Wow.... I haven't updated this story in like, a month! Whew!! Long time for
me... Well, sorry for the wait peoples, I've just been really busy. And my
stupid 'Used to be Friend' is harassing me at school... If she doesn't
watch it, I am gunna snap like Zim has... And I don't think she wants
that... Trust me...
Once again, I DO NOT, I repeat: DO NOT own any of the Invader Zim characters... The almighty thinnest, Jhonen Vasquez, does.
WARNING: Just a bit more language in this chapter... Mainly from Gaz, 'cause she is like, REALLY pissed...
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 7
By GothicAngel
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Dib sat in the chair, wondering what was going to happen next. About a million thoughts went zooming through his mind as he stared blankly through the darkness at the wall across from him.
WHAM! All of a sudden, the door swung open and slammed against the wall. Click, on went the lights. And once Dib's eyes adjusted to the brightness, he saw Zim standing there, with an unconscious Gaz over his shoulder.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Dib shrieked, struggling to free himself from the chair.
Zim threw Gaz to the floor; she landed hard, face-down. Zim replied to Dib by smirking and saying, "I'll bet you think she's unconscious, don't you?" Then the Irken added, "Haven't you learned yet that you can't get out of that chair?"
Dib started to worry. The way Zim said that about his sister wasn't very promising. So he just kept silent.
Zim shot Dib a pissed-off look because he hadn't answered him. He snorted in disgust and said, "Think again."
He took his foot and violently flipped Gaz's body over. Dib gasped and looked away. She was a horrible mess. He didn't even want to look at her. Slowly, Dib turned his head around to look at what Zim had done.
Gaz's eyes were wide opened, staring strait ahead although they saw nothing. Her face was frozen in a look of pure terror. Her throat had been cut in three places, and it appeared that her chest had been sliced open with a knife, or something similar to a razor. It was horrible; Dib just couldn't bear to look at her.
He turned away again and started to cry. This was his entire fault. He wished he had never been born! If he hadn't ever bothered Zim in the first place, none of this ever would have happened. Now all of his family and friends were going to pay for his mistakes. Tears flooded down his cheeks, but he didn't care. Gaz was gone, and soon it would be his father, his friends, and maybe even some other innocent people. He cursed to himself for ever chasing Zim in the first place.
His tears continued to stream down his face as he heard a loud whisper say, "Psst! Dib!"
He sniffled, and a confused look formed on his face. It was Gaz talking. He looked back at the mess on the floor that used to be his sister. Then he heard her talk again.
"Dib! Dib! Hey!"
Could the dead speak? Or was he just freaking out? He wasn't sure.
"Dib! WAKE UP!" he heard Gaz again.
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Dib snapped awake in the chair. He frantically looked all around, even though it was close to pitch black in the little room. He was a mess of sweat and tears. His hair was matted to his forehead and the back of his neck. And his heart was pounding at about one-hundred miles per hour. It felt like it was going to rip out of his chest!
Looking around some more, Dib saw a lump of something lying in on of the corners near the door. He squinted through the darkness at it.
The lump moved the tiniest bit, and Dib squinted even harder.
"Dib! It's me!" Gaz stated in a loud whisper.
Dib's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. Gaz was alive! He mentally cheered. But then he figured that Gaz was probably not in here to keep Dib company. Goosebumps run up the boy's arms as he thought of this.
He glanced around and then looked back at Gaz's dark figure in the corner.
"Gaz? Gaz, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Dib asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah... I'm ok... Well, actually... My head kind of hurts a bit. Where am I?"
"You're in Zim's base. We're underground right now, I think." Dib responded.
"Zim did this? He captured you and then came after me?! Why that fuckin' little son of a bitch! He coulda just kept you! He didn't need to come after me! WHY I OUGHTA-" Gaz started to lose it.
Dib cut her off before she got too loud, "Shhh!! Gaz, keep it down! If Zim is anywhere around here-"
Dib was cut off as the door flew open. A shadowy figure stepped into the dark room.
"Well... I see that my little hostages are awake," an all-too-familiar voice stated.
With an insane, yet quiet laugh, Zim clicked on the lights. One light popped and went out. Zim glanced up at it saying, "Hm. I'll have to get Gir to fix that later."
Dib took his gaze off Zim and glanced over at his sister. In the dark it looked as if Gaz had just been lying in the corner. But actually, she was strapped to a cot of some sort with the same kind of restraints as Dib had around his wrists and ankles. Her head was probably the only thing she could move, because she had a belt around her stomach that strapped her to the cot.
From Dib's point of view, Gaz looked about ready to explode with anger and frustration. Her eyes were wide open; they added to the threatening look on her face. She ground her teeth as most of her bluish hair fell into her face and matted to her sweat-covered forehead.
Gaz struggled with the restraints. She kicked her legs and yanked her arms, trying to free herself. Chains were hooked to the cot; and those were cemented to the floor. The cot wasn't going anywhere; and apparently Gaz wasn't either. She continued to struggle, but failed to free herself.
Zim turned over to Gaz and made a face of mocking sadness, saying, "Awww.... What's the matter little Gazzy? Can't break free? Aww... That's too bad."
Zim leaned down and stared into the girl's twitching eyes which were raging with hate, anger, and many other emotions that were traveling along through her head at the moment. The alien smirked and let out a quiet 'Heh.'
Gaz growled and snapped at Zim with her teeth. Zim took a step back and snarled, "Vicious little bitch!" he reached out and slapped Gaz across the face with his non-sore hand.
This grabbed Dib's attention immediately. Even if his sister was always beating him up, he was very protective of her. After all, what are big brothers for?
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Dib shouted at the alien. His voice was beginning to get a little hoarse from all the yelling that he had been doing.
Zim shot a sharp glance over his shoulder to gaze angrily at Dib. He turned the rest of his body around to face Dib fully. He started walking towards Dib very quietly. Suddenly the whole room had become silent; only the clicking of Zim's boots could be heard on the concrete floor as he slowly made his way over to where Dib was located.
When he got there, Zim slowly reached into his pod, and pulled out the remote to the chair Dib was strapped to. He looked at the remote, and then back at Dib; and then glanced back down at the remote again. His eyelids lowered in a threatening look as knew Dib realized exactly what he was saying with his body language. He slapped the remote down on the desk nearby, turned, and walked out of the room.
Dib shot a confused look over to Gaz, who seemed more confused than he was.
"What was that...?" Gaz asked slowly.
"It's... it's the remote to this chair," Dib responded, hanging his head. There was no hope for him. This would probably be the last conversation he ever had with Gaz, and it was his fault entirely.
"This chair," he continued, lifting his head, "is a murder machine. Zim calls it the 'Holding Chair 3000,' used for prisoners of war back on Irk. But.... it's nothing more than a murdering device he is going to use on me," Dib's voice started to crack as he said the last sentence. He then continued filling Gaz in with information about the chair, "That remote," Dib pointed to the remote on the desk with his eyes, "is what activates the chair. All Zim has to do is press a combination of buttons, and I'm history."
Gaz just stared at Dib for a minute before saying, in a confident voice, "Don't worry Dib, we're going to get out of here, I'll see to that."
"I'd like to believe you Gaz, but it looks like there's no hope," Dib smiled weakly at Gaz; his eyes showing their sadness.
"No, we are going to make it out of here Dib. We are going to beat the living shit outta Zim, and we are gunna get out of here. Alive."
Dib couldn't smile, this was his fault; every single thing. Zim's words ran through his head at that moment: 'They're going to pay for your mistakes! It's your own fault! It's your fault they're going to die!' That last part kept repeating itself like a broken record, 'It's your fault they're going to die!'
"My fault..." Dib mumbled to himself, looking down at the floor.
Gaz heard him, but didn't understand him due to his mumbling.
"What?" she questioned Dib.
Dib looked up at Gaz, and then back to the floor.
"My fault..." he mumbled again.
"I still can't understand you," Gaz said, "Try not mumbling."
"MY FAULT!" Dib screamed at the top of his lungs, surprising Gaz, "IT'S MY FAULT! ALL MY FAULT! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE! IT'S BECAUSE OF ME! IF I HAD NEVER CHASED ZIM AROUND, OR TRIED TO CAPTURE HIM, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Tears started streaming down his cheeks as he continued shouting, "ZIM WAS RIGHT, IT'S MY FAULT WE'RE GOING TO DIE! AND HE'S GOING TO KILL DAD TOO! GOD! I, I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT!!" Dib stopped screaming and panted heavily, trying to regain his breath.
Gaz looked shocked. She shook her head as she looked at the ceiling, and then back to Dib, still shaking her head.
"It's not your fault," she stated quietly, "It's not your fault at all. It's my fault."
"...What? Gaz, no, no it's not your-"
Gaz cut Dib off, "No, no, just, if, ugh... If only I had listened to you. When you...." she paused and took a breath, "when you talked about Zim being an alien, I... I should've believed you... I could have gotten dad to believe me. And then dad could have captured Zim and dissected him and stuff... But now... now it's too late," Gaz looked up at Dib with great sorrow in her eyes. A single tear trickled down her cheek and splashed onto the cot she was strapped to.
Dib couldn't believe what he was seeing. Never before had he seen Gaz shed a tear. Usually she caused tears, but she never herself cried. At least, not that Dib had seen anyways.
What Dib hadn't noticed was that Zim was standing in the doorway, leaning against one of the wooden beams that attached to the door. His arms crossed, smirking menacingly at their current conversation.
"Well, well, well," Zim said, walking into the room, "Isn't this a sweet little brother-sister talk we have going on here? Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but..." Zim reached into his pod and pulled out many sharp objects, and lay them on the desk next to the chair controller.
Zim then continued his sentence, turning and focusing his gaze on Gaz, "...I believe you have a date with the Grim Reaper."
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Ok, I'll leave it there.... Anyways... I am so sorry that took forever to get up.... I am a slacker... Yep... Heh.... Well, review please. I think I need ideas for Ch 8. So if ya have any, be sure to IM or E-Mail me, or you can leave them in the review. Bye bye now!
Once again, I DO NOT, I repeat: DO NOT own any of the Invader Zim characters... The almighty thinnest, Jhonen Vasquez, does.
WARNING: Just a bit more language in this chapter... Mainly from Gaz, 'cause she is like, REALLY pissed...
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 7
By GothicAngel
~~
Dib sat in the chair, wondering what was going to happen next. About a million thoughts went zooming through his mind as he stared blankly through the darkness at the wall across from him.
WHAM! All of a sudden, the door swung open and slammed against the wall. Click, on went the lights. And once Dib's eyes adjusted to the brightness, he saw Zim standing there, with an unconscious Gaz over his shoulder.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Dib shrieked, struggling to free himself from the chair.
Zim threw Gaz to the floor; she landed hard, face-down. Zim replied to Dib by smirking and saying, "I'll bet you think she's unconscious, don't you?" Then the Irken added, "Haven't you learned yet that you can't get out of that chair?"
Dib started to worry. The way Zim said that about his sister wasn't very promising. So he just kept silent.
Zim shot Dib a pissed-off look because he hadn't answered him. He snorted in disgust and said, "Think again."
He took his foot and violently flipped Gaz's body over. Dib gasped and looked away. She was a horrible mess. He didn't even want to look at her. Slowly, Dib turned his head around to look at what Zim had done.
Gaz's eyes were wide opened, staring strait ahead although they saw nothing. Her face was frozen in a look of pure terror. Her throat had been cut in three places, and it appeared that her chest had been sliced open with a knife, or something similar to a razor. It was horrible; Dib just couldn't bear to look at her.
He turned away again and started to cry. This was his entire fault. He wished he had never been born! If he hadn't ever bothered Zim in the first place, none of this ever would have happened. Now all of his family and friends were going to pay for his mistakes. Tears flooded down his cheeks, but he didn't care. Gaz was gone, and soon it would be his father, his friends, and maybe even some other innocent people. He cursed to himself for ever chasing Zim in the first place.
His tears continued to stream down his face as he heard a loud whisper say, "Psst! Dib!"
He sniffled, and a confused look formed on his face. It was Gaz talking. He looked back at the mess on the floor that used to be his sister. Then he heard her talk again.
"Dib! Dib! Hey!"
Could the dead speak? Or was he just freaking out? He wasn't sure.
"Dib! WAKE UP!" he heard Gaz again.
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Dib snapped awake in the chair. He frantically looked all around, even though it was close to pitch black in the little room. He was a mess of sweat and tears. His hair was matted to his forehead and the back of his neck. And his heart was pounding at about one-hundred miles per hour. It felt like it was going to rip out of his chest!
Looking around some more, Dib saw a lump of something lying in on of the corners near the door. He squinted through the darkness at it.
The lump moved the tiniest bit, and Dib squinted even harder.
"Dib! It's me!" Gaz stated in a loud whisper.
Dib's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. Gaz was alive! He mentally cheered. But then he figured that Gaz was probably not in here to keep Dib company. Goosebumps run up the boy's arms as he thought of this.
He glanced around and then looked back at Gaz's dark figure in the corner.
"Gaz? Gaz, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Dib asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah... I'm ok... Well, actually... My head kind of hurts a bit. Where am I?"
"You're in Zim's base. We're underground right now, I think." Dib responded.
"Zim did this? He captured you and then came after me?! Why that fuckin' little son of a bitch! He coulda just kept you! He didn't need to come after me! WHY I OUGHTA-" Gaz started to lose it.
Dib cut her off before she got too loud, "Shhh!! Gaz, keep it down! If Zim is anywhere around here-"
Dib was cut off as the door flew open. A shadowy figure stepped into the dark room.
"Well... I see that my little hostages are awake," an all-too-familiar voice stated.
With an insane, yet quiet laugh, Zim clicked on the lights. One light popped and went out. Zim glanced up at it saying, "Hm. I'll have to get Gir to fix that later."
Dib took his gaze off Zim and glanced over at his sister. In the dark it looked as if Gaz had just been lying in the corner. But actually, she was strapped to a cot of some sort with the same kind of restraints as Dib had around his wrists and ankles. Her head was probably the only thing she could move, because she had a belt around her stomach that strapped her to the cot.
From Dib's point of view, Gaz looked about ready to explode with anger and frustration. Her eyes were wide open; they added to the threatening look on her face. She ground her teeth as most of her bluish hair fell into her face and matted to her sweat-covered forehead.
Gaz struggled with the restraints. She kicked her legs and yanked her arms, trying to free herself. Chains were hooked to the cot; and those were cemented to the floor. The cot wasn't going anywhere; and apparently Gaz wasn't either. She continued to struggle, but failed to free herself.
Zim turned over to Gaz and made a face of mocking sadness, saying, "Awww.... What's the matter little Gazzy? Can't break free? Aww... That's too bad."
Zim leaned down and stared into the girl's twitching eyes which were raging with hate, anger, and many other emotions that were traveling along through her head at the moment. The alien smirked and let out a quiet 'Heh.'
Gaz growled and snapped at Zim with her teeth. Zim took a step back and snarled, "Vicious little bitch!" he reached out and slapped Gaz across the face with his non-sore hand.
This grabbed Dib's attention immediately. Even if his sister was always beating him up, he was very protective of her. After all, what are big brothers for?
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Dib shouted at the alien. His voice was beginning to get a little hoarse from all the yelling that he had been doing.
Zim shot a sharp glance over his shoulder to gaze angrily at Dib. He turned the rest of his body around to face Dib fully. He started walking towards Dib very quietly. Suddenly the whole room had become silent; only the clicking of Zim's boots could be heard on the concrete floor as he slowly made his way over to where Dib was located.
When he got there, Zim slowly reached into his pod, and pulled out the remote to the chair Dib was strapped to. He looked at the remote, and then back at Dib; and then glanced back down at the remote again. His eyelids lowered in a threatening look as knew Dib realized exactly what he was saying with his body language. He slapped the remote down on the desk nearby, turned, and walked out of the room.
Dib shot a confused look over to Gaz, who seemed more confused than he was.
"What was that...?" Gaz asked slowly.
"It's... it's the remote to this chair," Dib responded, hanging his head. There was no hope for him. This would probably be the last conversation he ever had with Gaz, and it was his fault entirely.
"This chair," he continued, lifting his head, "is a murder machine. Zim calls it the 'Holding Chair 3000,' used for prisoners of war back on Irk. But.... it's nothing more than a murdering device he is going to use on me," Dib's voice started to crack as he said the last sentence. He then continued filling Gaz in with information about the chair, "That remote," Dib pointed to the remote on the desk with his eyes, "is what activates the chair. All Zim has to do is press a combination of buttons, and I'm history."
Gaz just stared at Dib for a minute before saying, in a confident voice, "Don't worry Dib, we're going to get out of here, I'll see to that."
"I'd like to believe you Gaz, but it looks like there's no hope," Dib smiled weakly at Gaz; his eyes showing their sadness.
"No, we are going to make it out of here Dib. We are going to beat the living shit outta Zim, and we are gunna get out of here. Alive."
Dib couldn't smile, this was his fault; every single thing. Zim's words ran through his head at that moment: 'They're going to pay for your mistakes! It's your own fault! It's your fault they're going to die!' That last part kept repeating itself like a broken record, 'It's your fault they're going to die!'
"My fault..." Dib mumbled to himself, looking down at the floor.
Gaz heard him, but didn't understand him due to his mumbling.
"What?" she questioned Dib.
Dib looked up at Gaz, and then back to the floor.
"My fault..." he mumbled again.
"I still can't understand you," Gaz said, "Try not mumbling."
"MY FAULT!" Dib screamed at the top of his lungs, surprising Gaz, "IT'S MY FAULT! ALL MY FAULT! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE! IT'S BECAUSE OF ME! IF I HAD NEVER CHASED ZIM AROUND, OR TRIED TO CAPTURE HIM, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Tears started streaming down his cheeks as he continued shouting, "ZIM WAS RIGHT, IT'S MY FAULT WE'RE GOING TO DIE! AND HE'S GOING TO KILL DAD TOO! GOD! I, I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT!!" Dib stopped screaming and panted heavily, trying to regain his breath.
Gaz looked shocked. She shook her head as she looked at the ceiling, and then back to Dib, still shaking her head.
"It's not your fault," she stated quietly, "It's not your fault at all. It's my fault."
"...What? Gaz, no, no it's not your-"
Gaz cut Dib off, "No, no, just, if, ugh... If only I had listened to you. When you...." she paused and took a breath, "when you talked about Zim being an alien, I... I should've believed you... I could have gotten dad to believe me. And then dad could have captured Zim and dissected him and stuff... But now... now it's too late," Gaz looked up at Dib with great sorrow in her eyes. A single tear trickled down her cheek and splashed onto the cot she was strapped to.
Dib couldn't believe what he was seeing. Never before had he seen Gaz shed a tear. Usually she caused tears, but she never herself cried. At least, not that Dib had seen anyways.
What Dib hadn't noticed was that Zim was standing in the doorway, leaning against one of the wooden beams that attached to the door. His arms crossed, smirking menacingly at their current conversation.
"Well, well, well," Zim said, walking into the room, "Isn't this a sweet little brother-sister talk we have going on here? Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but..." Zim reached into his pod and pulled out many sharp objects, and lay them on the desk next to the chair controller.
Zim then continued his sentence, turning and focusing his gaze on Gaz, "...I believe you have a date with the Grim Reaper."
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Ok, I'll leave it there.... Anyways... I am so sorry that took forever to get up.... I am a slacker... Yep... Heh.... Well, review please. I think I need ideas for Ch 8. So if ya have any, be sure to IM or E-Mail me, or you can leave them in the review. Bye bye now!