HI ALL!!! YAY!! Here is chapter 5!!!!
Everybody:.......
Cricket: *chirp, chirp*
OH COMMON! 0.o;;;;
Cricket: .........
Um.... anyways... I am HYPER! I just ate a fruit roll-up and that did not help to calm me down AT ALL!!! And guess what?! Me and my bestest friend aren't mad at each other anymore!!! YAYNESS!! Ok. I'll shut up now. Here is ch 5. ^_^;;
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 5
by GothicAngel
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"Ugh..." Dib mumbled as he opened his eyes and looked around. Although failing to see anything, for two obvious reasons: One, it was dark, and two; he didn't have his glasses on. A few strands of his jet black hair fell down into his face. He noted that he was sitting in some sort of chair.
'What happened? Where am I?' Dib thought to himself. He shook his head trying to get his hair out of his face, and, 'OW! God my head hurts!' Dib thought silently. Then he remembered what had happened that night. It was Zim.
He reached up to rub his head, and noticed that he was unable to do so. He tugged at his arms. They were tied to the arm of the chair with some kind of strong rubber rope. Dib tried to kick his legs. No use; they were strapped to the chair as well.
Suddenly, Dib heard the 'DING' of an elevator being opened, and he then heard footsteps walking in his direction.
'CLICK.' All of a sudden, the room was filled with a bright light. Dib shut his eyes tight, waiting for them to adjust to this new light.
He heard the footsteps coming closer, and with him still being blind, he heard the words, "Hello, Dib," in a mocking, all-too-familiar voice.
Dib's eyes shot open, only for about a second before they closed again. He opened one eye a bit, and then opened the other one. Soon, both of his eyes were adjusted to the light, and wide open.
He could see shapes, and colors. That's about it. Dib squinted and looked around at his surroundings.
"Oh," Zim murmured, and walked over to what Dib thought was a desk, and grabbed something.
"Here," Zim said, "I think you'll need these..." Zim slid the glasses onto Dib's face and then stepped back. Chuckling evilly, his eyelid lowered on his left eye as he watched Dib take in everything around him.
Dib looked from left to right. Then back again. The room he was in looked like an empty bedroom. It had a desk, a chair, and a light. A box in one of the corners caught Dib's eye. He turned to look at it. A label on the box said, 'Sharp, pointy objects.'
Gulping, Dib then turned his gaze away from the box and looked up. About five inches directly above his head, there was a knife. A very sharp knife, with a black leather handle, was held by some sort of mechanical claw above him. Dib started to sweat. Fear developing inside him once more.
He then looked at what he was sitting in. It wasn't a chair at all, but some kind of machine. The thing that was holding the knife was part of what Dib was sitting in. Behind him was most of the machine. You could see gears, although paused at the moment, behind glass windows. Little doors were barely visible, but Dib could make out the little lines where it separated from the rest of the machine.
Looking at the restraints holding his wrists, Dib noticed that it wasn't something from any kind of store that he had ever known of. It was probably something from Zim's race. He tugged at the restraints again. Still they wouldn't give way. Dib was trapped. Trapped like a rat. He couldn't escape, and was totally open for Zim to kill, dissect, torture, or anything else that might be planned.
Zim noticed Dib looking at the restraints at his wrist. Walking up to him, Zim said, "Quite fascinating, aren't they?"
Dib looked up from the restraints to face Zim. He had totally forgot that the alien had been standing there; without his disguise. Dib had just noticed that Zim didn't have it on. Well, he didn't have his glasses a few minutes ago either.
With Dib silent, Zim continued on about the restraints, "Well, I think they are remarkable," he continued, laughing under his breath, "Absolutely excellent for restraining... victims," He walked up, and about two inches away from Dib, stared strait into the teenagers frightened eyes.
Backing up again, Zim then added in, "Oh yeah; I forgot to mention about the Holding Chair 3000, didn't I?" Zim put a gloved finger to his lip in a questioning look.
Dib shot Zim a confused look.
Seeming to have read Dib's thoughts, Zim started to inform Dib about everything.
"The Holding Chair 3000 is a top-class Irken device designed to hold prisoners of war. But, seeing that we haven't really got an actual war here, I decided to lock you into it. Oh, and Dib, don't even try to get out, because I can program it to shock you," Zim laughed evilly, and then his expression darkened as he continued, "Try to escape; I dare you."
A bead of sweat rolled down Dib's forehead and into his eye. He blinked furiously to get it out.
"What's the matter Dib, scared?" Zim mocked.
Dib's expression turned hard as he spoke, "No. I'm not afraid. Not of you, not of this chair, not of being held hostage, not afraid of anything," Dib looked confident on the outside, but he was panicking on the inside.
"Oh, really?" Zim mocked in an evil voice, "Then I guess you wouldn't be afraid of this?" Zim held out a black remote control with Irken writing on it. It had all sorts of knobs, buttons, and little levers.
"What's that?"
"The remote to the chair," Zim said simply. Then he added in a deep voice, "Watch this."
Zim hit a button that Dib guessed was the power button, because a little red light came on. Then, Zim pressed a combination of buttons, and pushed one of the levers halfway up.
Dib looked to the left as he heard a rumbling sound coming from that direction. Turning, he saw one of the hidden doors open. Out popped a mechanical claw of some sort, and in its possession was a long, chipped, nasty looking knife with a few bloodstains on it. The claw turned the knife so that it was pointing right towards Dib's face. Another came out of the right side, and pointed at his face.
Another knife appeared above him, joining the knife already in place above his head. Two more came into view, although lower; one on the right side of Dib's chest, the other on the left.
Dib was extremely scared at this point. He couldn't escape, and he knew it. He watched as Zim pointed to a big red button.
"All I have to do is press this button Dib. That's it; just one push, and you're gone," Zim snapped his fingers and his expression darkened further as he spoke, "You probably ask me why I haven't destroyed you yet, is that correct?" Zim asked, taking his finger away from the button.
"......."
Zim ignored Dib's silence and continued, "Well, I have other plans for you. Let me explain them. You see, by having you restrained, there is no possible way for you to get away and warn your..... 'Friends.'" Zim cringed at the word.
Dib's mouth opened as if he were going to say something.
Zim cut him off and continued, "And what about your sister, and your father? You can watch them suffer before they die, right in front of your eyes. Perhaps after seeing that, you'll have wished that I had killed you quick and easy; instead of forcing you to watch your loved one suffer," Zim smirked evilly as he put his hands behind his back and started to pace the floor.
Dib's look turned to that of pure anger.
"YOU BETTER NOT EVEN TOUCH MY SISTER OR MY DAD! OR... OR ELSE! I'LL FIND OUT SOME WAY TO GET YOU! EVEN IF I CAN'T BREAK FREE! YOU'LL GET CAUGHT, ZIM! YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, AND I WON'T LET YOU!" Dib shouted at the top of his lungs, panting when he had finished.
"SHUT UP!" Zim yelled back, "YOU'LL WATCH THEM SUFFER, DIB! THEY'RE GOING TO PAY FOR YOUR MISTAKES! IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY'RE GOING TO DIE!" Zim walked up to Dib and shook his left fist in his face.
Dib opened his mouth to say something more, but Zim stopped him by putting his finger on the button that activated the chair.
"That's what I thought," Zim said, smirking as he saw Dib look so innocent.
"Now, I have to go. I'll put the knives back into the chair; but if I ever get any kind of shit like that from you again..." Zim let his sentence hang in the air as he pushed a few buttons and hit the power switch. The knives vanished back into the mechanical chair.
"I have to go now..." Zim said, turning around towards the door. Then, smirking, he looked over his shoulder and added, "Your sister awaits me."
Zim flipped the light switch off and walked out to the elevator. Dib was left there in the dark; alone, and afraid of what might happen to him or his family. A tear trickled down his cheek as he slowly fell asleep.
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Well.... That's it for now.... I need at least 5 reviews to continue. This chapter was kinda depressing. But I guess that's ok. That's the way I wanted it to be! ^_^ Well, gotta go. I think this chapter is my favorite. *sniff* Poor Dib. Somebody's gunna die no matter what. I was thinking about leavin it at that.... But, no, because that's a cliff hanger, and I want this story to have a disastrous ending... Heh... Who ever said that stories always had happy endings?!? 0.o;; P.S. I'm not hyper no more... Gotta go get another fruit roll-up... *runs to kitchen*
Everybody:.......
Cricket: *chirp, chirp*
OH COMMON! 0.o;;;;
Cricket: .........
Um.... anyways... I am HYPER! I just ate a fruit roll-up and that did not help to calm me down AT ALL!!! And guess what?! Me and my bestest friend aren't mad at each other anymore!!! YAYNESS!! Ok. I'll shut up now. Here is ch 5. ^_^;;
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 5
by GothicAngel
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"Ugh..." Dib mumbled as he opened his eyes and looked around. Although failing to see anything, for two obvious reasons: One, it was dark, and two; he didn't have his glasses on. A few strands of his jet black hair fell down into his face. He noted that he was sitting in some sort of chair.
'What happened? Where am I?' Dib thought to himself. He shook his head trying to get his hair out of his face, and, 'OW! God my head hurts!' Dib thought silently. Then he remembered what had happened that night. It was Zim.
He reached up to rub his head, and noticed that he was unable to do so. He tugged at his arms. They were tied to the arm of the chair with some kind of strong rubber rope. Dib tried to kick his legs. No use; they were strapped to the chair as well.
Suddenly, Dib heard the 'DING' of an elevator being opened, and he then heard footsteps walking in his direction.
'CLICK.' All of a sudden, the room was filled with a bright light. Dib shut his eyes tight, waiting for them to adjust to this new light.
He heard the footsteps coming closer, and with him still being blind, he heard the words, "Hello, Dib," in a mocking, all-too-familiar voice.
Dib's eyes shot open, only for about a second before they closed again. He opened one eye a bit, and then opened the other one. Soon, both of his eyes were adjusted to the light, and wide open.
He could see shapes, and colors. That's about it. Dib squinted and looked around at his surroundings.
"Oh," Zim murmured, and walked over to what Dib thought was a desk, and grabbed something.
"Here," Zim said, "I think you'll need these..." Zim slid the glasses onto Dib's face and then stepped back. Chuckling evilly, his eyelid lowered on his left eye as he watched Dib take in everything around him.
Dib looked from left to right. Then back again. The room he was in looked like an empty bedroom. It had a desk, a chair, and a light. A box in one of the corners caught Dib's eye. He turned to look at it. A label on the box said, 'Sharp, pointy objects.'
Gulping, Dib then turned his gaze away from the box and looked up. About five inches directly above his head, there was a knife. A very sharp knife, with a black leather handle, was held by some sort of mechanical claw above him. Dib started to sweat. Fear developing inside him once more.
He then looked at what he was sitting in. It wasn't a chair at all, but some kind of machine. The thing that was holding the knife was part of what Dib was sitting in. Behind him was most of the machine. You could see gears, although paused at the moment, behind glass windows. Little doors were barely visible, but Dib could make out the little lines where it separated from the rest of the machine.
Looking at the restraints holding his wrists, Dib noticed that it wasn't something from any kind of store that he had ever known of. It was probably something from Zim's race. He tugged at the restraints again. Still they wouldn't give way. Dib was trapped. Trapped like a rat. He couldn't escape, and was totally open for Zim to kill, dissect, torture, or anything else that might be planned.
Zim noticed Dib looking at the restraints at his wrist. Walking up to him, Zim said, "Quite fascinating, aren't they?"
Dib looked up from the restraints to face Zim. He had totally forgot that the alien had been standing there; without his disguise. Dib had just noticed that Zim didn't have it on. Well, he didn't have his glasses a few minutes ago either.
With Dib silent, Zim continued on about the restraints, "Well, I think they are remarkable," he continued, laughing under his breath, "Absolutely excellent for restraining... victims," He walked up, and about two inches away from Dib, stared strait into the teenagers frightened eyes.
Backing up again, Zim then added in, "Oh yeah; I forgot to mention about the Holding Chair 3000, didn't I?" Zim put a gloved finger to his lip in a questioning look.
Dib shot Zim a confused look.
Seeming to have read Dib's thoughts, Zim started to inform Dib about everything.
"The Holding Chair 3000 is a top-class Irken device designed to hold prisoners of war. But, seeing that we haven't really got an actual war here, I decided to lock you into it. Oh, and Dib, don't even try to get out, because I can program it to shock you," Zim laughed evilly, and then his expression darkened as he continued, "Try to escape; I dare you."
A bead of sweat rolled down Dib's forehead and into his eye. He blinked furiously to get it out.
"What's the matter Dib, scared?" Zim mocked.
Dib's expression turned hard as he spoke, "No. I'm not afraid. Not of you, not of this chair, not of being held hostage, not afraid of anything," Dib looked confident on the outside, but he was panicking on the inside.
"Oh, really?" Zim mocked in an evil voice, "Then I guess you wouldn't be afraid of this?" Zim held out a black remote control with Irken writing on it. It had all sorts of knobs, buttons, and little levers.
"What's that?"
"The remote to the chair," Zim said simply. Then he added in a deep voice, "Watch this."
Zim hit a button that Dib guessed was the power button, because a little red light came on. Then, Zim pressed a combination of buttons, and pushed one of the levers halfway up.
Dib looked to the left as he heard a rumbling sound coming from that direction. Turning, he saw one of the hidden doors open. Out popped a mechanical claw of some sort, and in its possession was a long, chipped, nasty looking knife with a few bloodstains on it. The claw turned the knife so that it was pointing right towards Dib's face. Another came out of the right side, and pointed at his face.
Another knife appeared above him, joining the knife already in place above his head. Two more came into view, although lower; one on the right side of Dib's chest, the other on the left.
Dib was extremely scared at this point. He couldn't escape, and he knew it. He watched as Zim pointed to a big red button.
"All I have to do is press this button Dib. That's it; just one push, and you're gone," Zim snapped his fingers and his expression darkened further as he spoke, "You probably ask me why I haven't destroyed you yet, is that correct?" Zim asked, taking his finger away from the button.
"......."
Zim ignored Dib's silence and continued, "Well, I have other plans for you. Let me explain them. You see, by having you restrained, there is no possible way for you to get away and warn your..... 'Friends.'" Zim cringed at the word.
Dib's mouth opened as if he were going to say something.
Zim cut him off and continued, "And what about your sister, and your father? You can watch them suffer before they die, right in front of your eyes. Perhaps after seeing that, you'll have wished that I had killed you quick and easy; instead of forcing you to watch your loved one suffer," Zim smirked evilly as he put his hands behind his back and started to pace the floor.
Dib's look turned to that of pure anger.
"YOU BETTER NOT EVEN TOUCH MY SISTER OR MY DAD! OR... OR ELSE! I'LL FIND OUT SOME WAY TO GET YOU! EVEN IF I CAN'T BREAK FREE! YOU'LL GET CAUGHT, ZIM! YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, AND I WON'T LET YOU!" Dib shouted at the top of his lungs, panting when he had finished.
"SHUT UP!" Zim yelled back, "YOU'LL WATCH THEM SUFFER, DIB! THEY'RE GOING TO PAY FOR YOUR MISTAKES! IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY'RE GOING TO DIE!" Zim walked up to Dib and shook his left fist in his face.
Dib opened his mouth to say something more, but Zim stopped him by putting his finger on the button that activated the chair.
"That's what I thought," Zim said, smirking as he saw Dib look so innocent.
"Now, I have to go. I'll put the knives back into the chair; but if I ever get any kind of shit like that from you again..." Zim let his sentence hang in the air as he pushed a few buttons and hit the power switch. The knives vanished back into the mechanical chair.
"I have to go now..." Zim said, turning around towards the door. Then, smirking, he looked over his shoulder and added, "Your sister awaits me."
Zim flipped the light switch off and walked out to the elevator. Dib was left there in the dark; alone, and afraid of what might happen to him or his family. A tear trickled down his cheek as he slowly fell asleep.
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Well.... That's it for now.... I need at least 5 reviews to continue. This chapter was kinda depressing. But I guess that's ok. That's the way I wanted it to be! ^_^ Well, gotta go. I think this chapter is my favorite. *sniff* Poor Dib. Somebody's gunna die no matter what. I was thinking about leavin it at that.... But, no, because that's a cliff hanger, and I want this story to have a disastrous ending... Heh... Who ever said that stories always had happy endings?!? 0.o;; P.S. I'm not hyper no more... Gotta go get another fruit roll-up... *runs to kitchen*