Wow... I sure did update this story early. Usually I only update it once a
month. I just updated it the other day! Oh well... I had a good idea for
this chapter, and I didn't want to forget it. There, now it finally is an R
rating. Before it was only around PG-13; but now that Zim has finally
killed someone (which, by the way, took FOREVER!), the rating is officially
an R. Ok, and I'll shut up now. Oh wait; two more things:
1.) DANIELLE, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE ONLINE?! GEEZE! YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ON FOR DAYS!
2.) This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Jenna.
Ok, now I will shut up for good.
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 9
by GothicAngel
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The next day Dib awoke in the chair. His neck was stiff and his throat sore. He had woken up earlier, and then fell back asleep again. He didn't sleep very well though. He wasn't sure what time it was. Although he had a watch on, he was just too tired to look at it. It was day, well, Dib was pretty sure it was day anyways. There was no sunlight in the room. No light at all except for a little reading light that sat on Zim's desk.
Dib glanced over at the spot where his sister had been when she was murdered. His stomach turned and he felt as though he were going to vomit. Now not only was he scarred for life; but he was without a sister. Her body wasn't there anymore, perhaps Zim had taken it for experiments; or maybe he had just gotten rid of it. There was no way to be sure, and Dib didn't feel like asking him. The cot remained, though, and so did the blood. They stained the floor and made it look a dark crimson color.
Dib hung his head, letting his hair fall down in his face, regretting all that had happened. How could he live like this? He lifted his head back up. A look of determination and fear clashed together to form his expression.
'No way; there is no way I'm letting Zim kill me. If I die, I die trying to kill HIM.' Dib thought quietly to himself.
He tugged at the restraints again. Still they didn't give way. He didn't know when Zim would come walking in to check up on him, so he didn't want to try anything stupid in case the alien decided to pay him a visit. So he just sat there; staring at the wall across from him.
Zim had only come in once; about an hour ago. He had told Dib that the monitors had to be repaired and that he would be gone for a while. He also had to put a new bandage around his hand. So Dib figured that his wounded hand probably had something to do with the monitors that were broken. No doubt some incident due to his uncontrollable anger.
Dib glanced down at his watch. 'Too dark to see anything,' he mumbled quietly to himself.
Then something hit him, hard. He had an idea. His watch, it was a wrist communicator that was able to transmit messages to his dad! He knew the professor always wore his watch. Dib started to feel hope stirring within him.
It was voice activated so no need to push any button; well, Dib couldn't do that anyways since he was tied up to the chair.
Dib quietly whispered the password into the watch. The watch beeped and then made a silent ringing noise.
'Oh please have your watch on dad. Please,' Dib silently begged his father.
After about the fifth ring, Professor Membrane's face appeared on the screen on Dib's watch.
"Oh hello son!" the professor said cheerily, "Where are you at?"
"Dad, not so loud!" Dib stated in a loud whisper. "I'm at Zim's-"
"Oh that's swell! I think it's great that you're spending time with your little foreign friend! You must have not turned on the lights yet... It's quite dark in the room your in."
"....." Dib paused, "Yes, I know."
"I take it Gaz is there with you? I think it's wonderful you're all spending time together!" the professor sounded really happy.
Dib swallowed a lump in his throat be fore talking, "Dad, Gaz isn't here..."
"Well then where is she son?"
"She's... dead." Dib hung his head.
Professor Membrane paused for a moment, and then started laughing, "Oh Dib, quit joking around! Come on now son, where's she at? If you're just going to joke around, I really need to get back to my study and-"
Dib cut him off, "No! I'm not joking! Dad, please! For once in your life, just listen to me! Why would I joke around about my sister being dead? Why would I even think to do that?! Just listen to me, go get the police; I'm trapped in Zim's house! I'm somewhere underground though. If you don't take me seriously dad, you will die. Just like Gaz did. He'll kill you. Just... please dad, please," and with that Dib ended the call.
He sighed and hoped that his father would listen to him. He didn't want to see him die too. Dib pictured his dad being murdered, quick and brutal, just like Gaz. He didn't want that. Why couldn't Zim just kill him now?! He sighed again and blew some strands of hair out of his face.
Just then Zim burst through the door and clicked on the lights. "I see you are awake from your little nap," he smirked, "Well, the monitors have been repaired, and my bandage changed."
Dib gulped before asking, "Wha- what did you do with Gaz's body?"
"Oh, well, I'll have you know that it is on a dissection table. I'm planning on using her body in experiments sometime later."
"That's horrible!"
"Yes, I know. Isn't it? Hey! You should be grateful that I'm not making you watch her body getting ripped apart! I hear one more word out of your mouth, and I'll kill you. It's as simple as that, Dib-monkey. Just one word and you're no more. Got it?"
Dib didn't answer, but he stiffly nodded his head. His left eyes twitched a bit.
"Good," was all the Irken said as he shut off the lights, and closed the door as he walked out of the room.
Dib let his head hang. A tear trickled down his face and dropped to the floor. "What have I done?" he muttered, and then slowly fell back asleep.
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Sorry this chapter is so short, but I need to get it up. Anyways, review please! ^_^;; I'll be back soon with chapter 10 (wow! Double digits!! WOOHOO!). Well, see ya!
1.) DANIELLE, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE ONLINE?! GEEZE! YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ON FOR DAYS!
2.) This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Jenna.
Ok, now I will shut up for good.
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 9
by GothicAngel
~~
The next day Dib awoke in the chair. His neck was stiff and his throat sore. He had woken up earlier, and then fell back asleep again. He didn't sleep very well though. He wasn't sure what time it was. Although he had a watch on, he was just too tired to look at it. It was day, well, Dib was pretty sure it was day anyways. There was no sunlight in the room. No light at all except for a little reading light that sat on Zim's desk.
Dib glanced over at the spot where his sister had been when she was murdered. His stomach turned and he felt as though he were going to vomit. Now not only was he scarred for life; but he was without a sister. Her body wasn't there anymore, perhaps Zim had taken it for experiments; or maybe he had just gotten rid of it. There was no way to be sure, and Dib didn't feel like asking him. The cot remained, though, and so did the blood. They stained the floor and made it look a dark crimson color.
Dib hung his head, letting his hair fall down in his face, regretting all that had happened. How could he live like this? He lifted his head back up. A look of determination and fear clashed together to form his expression.
'No way; there is no way I'm letting Zim kill me. If I die, I die trying to kill HIM.' Dib thought quietly to himself.
He tugged at the restraints again. Still they didn't give way. He didn't know when Zim would come walking in to check up on him, so he didn't want to try anything stupid in case the alien decided to pay him a visit. So he just sat there; staring at the wall across from him.
Zim had only come in once; about an hour ago. He had told Dib that the monitors had to be repaired and that he would be gone for a while. He also had to put a new bandage around his hand. So Dib figured that his wounded hand probably had something to do with the monitors that were broken. No doubt some incident due to his uncontrollable anger.
Dib glanced down at his watch. 'Too dark to see anything,' he mumbled quietly to himself.
Then something hit him, hard. He had an idea. His watch, it was a wrist communicator that was able to transmit messages to his dad! He knew the professor always wore his watch. Dib started to feel hope stirring within him.
It was voice activated so no need to push any button; well, Dib couldn't do that anyways since he was tied up to the chair.
Dib quietly whispered the password into the watch. The watch beeped and then made a silent ringing noise.
'Oh please have your watch on dad. Please,' Dib silently begged his father.
After about the fifth ring, Professor Membrane's face appeared on the screen on Dib's watch.
"Oh hello son!" the professor said cheerily, "Where are you at?"
"Dad, not so loud!" Dib stated in a loud whisper. "I'm at Zim's-"
"Oh that's swell! I think it's great that you're spending time with your little foreign friend! You must have not turned on the lights yet... It's quite dark in the room your in."
"....." Dib paused, "Yes, I know."
"I take it Gaz is there with you? I think it's wonderful you're all spending time together!" the professor sounded really happy.
Dib swallowed a lump in his throat be fore talking, "Dad, Gaz isn't here..."
"Well then where is she son?"
"She's... dead." Dib hung his head.
Professor Membrane paused for a moment, and then started laughing, "Oh Dib, quit joking around! Come on now son, where's she at? If you're just going to joke around, I really need to get back to my study and-"
Dib cut him off, "No! I'm not joking! Dad, please! For once in your life, just listen to me! Why would I joke around about my sister being dead? Why would I even think to do that?! Just listen to me, go get the police; I'm trapped in Zim's house! I'm somewhere underground though. If you don't take me seriously dad, you will die. Just like Gaz did. He'll kill you. Just... please dad, please," and with that Dib ended the call.
He sighed and hoped that his father would listen to him. He didn't want to see him die too. Dib pictured his dad being murdered, quick and brutal, just like Gaz. He didn't want that. Why couldn't Zim just kill him now?! He sighed again and blew some strands of hair out of his face.
Just then Zim burst through the door and clicked on the lights. "I see you are awake from your little nap," he smirked, "Well, the monitors have been repaired, and my bandage changed."
Dib gulped before asking, "Wha- what did you do with Gaz's body?"
"Oh, well, I'll have you know that it is on a dissection table. I'm planning on using her body in experiments sometime later."
"That's horrible!"
"Yes, I know. Isn't it? Hey! You should be grateful that I'm not making you watch her body getting ripped apart! I hear one more word out of your mouth, and I'll kill you. It's as simple as that, Dib-monkey. Just one word and you're no more. Got it?"
Dib didn't answer, but he stiffly nodded his head. His left eyes twitched a bit.
"Good," was all the Irken said as he shut off the lights, and closed the door as he walked out of the room.
Dib let his head hang. A tear trickled down his face and dropped to the floor. "What have I done?" he muttered, and then slowly fell back asleep.
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Sorry this chapter is so short, but I need to get it up. Anyways, review please! ^_^;; I'll be back soon with chapter 10 (wow! Double digits!! WOOHOO!). Well, see ya!