Ok, here I am with chapter 10.... FINALLY... I haven't had very much free
time this week. So.... yeah.... anyways, here's chapter 10. I reeeeeeally
didn't have much of an idea for this chapter, so I wrote the INTRO first,
and then a few days later I started the story. Oh, I think this is going to
be the last chapter folks. Yup... Ok, I'll shut up now and let you read the
story. ^_^;;
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 10
By GothicAngel
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Dib awoke to a quick, harsh slap across his face a few hours later. He quickly sat up and blinked until his vision cleared. He then shot Zim a dirty look.
"Don't be shooting me dirty looks, human. It should be I who is giving them to you."
Zim must have noticed Dib's confused look showing on his face, because he just snickered softly to himself. "Don't worry, human," he murmured, "All the confusedness, pain, and suffering shall end soon for you." He walked over to the desk and jotted something down on a piece of paper, in his own writing, of course. Then he sat down in the chair and placed his face in his palm.
The alien sighed and quietly talked into his hand, "I just haven't quite figured out what to do with you yet, Dib-human. I want to make you suffer more than you have, and yet I want to kill you quickly. So you see; it's quite a complicated choice here. I can either kill you right now; or, I could bring in all your friends, family, and so on, and have you suffer through their deaths," he sighed again, "Wow, I'm more tired that I thought I would be today. Anyway, back to business."
"I have an idea," the raspy voice of Dib echoed slightly in the small, vacant room.
Zim lifted his head off his hand to stare at Dib. "And what might that be, Earth worm?" He asked flatly.
"How about.... You just let me go...? Dib knew that was a stupid answer, but he awaited what was to come next.
Zim walked over and backhanded Dib across the face. "That has to be the stupidest, most idiotic, thing you have ever said! Why the fuck would I release you?! You're under my control now, human! Mighty Irkens! That was such a stupid answer!" He turned around and continued to mumble things about how stupid Dib's answer was.
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A few more hours passed. Zim sat at his desk writing most of the time. Dib just sat and watched. A few times, the alien would get upset and crumple up the paper. Shouting words in his own language, he tossed it over to the trash can.
Dib just sat there, deep in thought. Sometimes he would find himself watching Zim write. Sometimes he would snap out of his trance to find himself staring at the ceiling. Anything could happen next. And he was completely helpless. He hated the feeling of being helpless.
Suddenly, his watch started to beep. His dad was trying to get through to him!
Zim heard the sound as well as Dib did. His antenna perked up, and he turned to face Dib, raising an invisible eyebrow.
"What is that noise?"
Dib was hesitant to answer. If Zim found out that he had called his father... He didn't even want to think of what would happen next.
"Well?" the Irken asked again, "What is the device that is making that annoying beeping sound?"
"Um, uh... Nothing."
"Nothing? If it were nothing it wouldn't be making any noise now would it?!" Zim got up out of the chair. He started walking over towards where Dib was located. But he was interrupted suddenly, as an alarm went off and a sign flashed the words: 'Door Bell.'
"Door bell?" Zim questioned. "Gir! Go answer the door!" He yelled. "Gir! I said go get the door!" He shouted again after a few moments when he got no reply. Then it hit him. "Oh... that's right. Well, I guess I'll have to go do it myself." He sighed and walked out of the room; stopping only once to quickly grab a sharp, jagged looking knife off the corner of his desk. He slid it through an opening in his pod.
"I'll deal with you and your beeping gadget when I return." He stated as he left the room and walked away towards the elevator.
Dib waited until the elevator had taken Zim away, and then muttered, "Wow, actually saved by the bell."
He quickly talked into the watch, answering the call from the Professor.
"Dad! What is it?"
"Dib! I've called the police! They're on their way over! Are you alright son?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine. The doorbell just rang a minute ago, so I'll bet that's the police here now. Thank you dad! Thank you so much!"
~~
Upstairs, Zim exited the elevator. He was disguised as normal. Muttering about how the stupid doorbell interrupted his work.
"Stupid bell, I should have that thing removed; or at least shut off. Oh, I know, I'll just have lasers zap anybody who rings it. Yes, yes, that's a good plan. Heh," He quietly mumbled to himself as he walked over towards the door.
Just as Zim reached for the doorknob, there was a loud banging on the door.
"Open up!" shouted an unknown voice, "This is the police!"
Zim gasped and stumbled backwards a few steps. 'They're on to me,' he thought, 'But, how? The Dib-human was contained in the laboratory the entire time. And I highly doubt that his dead sibling could contact humanity, seeing to it that she is dead and all...'
Thinking quickly, Zim remembered the laser defense mechanism on the roof of his base. (A/N: Remember? *hint* Halloween Spectacular of Spooky DOOM episode!) He snapped his fingers and then scrambled around in his pod for the remote. Successful, he pulled out the remote and pressed the single button that activated the guns.
There was a zapping sound outside, and flashes of light could be seen through the windows. Shadows flickered on the walls as the light flashed.
Zim waited a moment after the lasers stopped. All seemed quiet. Everybody was gone.
"Well, that takes care of that," the alien said as he rubbed his hands together. "Now, back to the lab. I must figure out where the source came from that alerted the human FBI authority... things."
Zim headed towards the closet where his robot parents used to be located. He entered a code and stepped into the elevator, totally unaware of the two police that had survived and were watching Zim through the window.
One officer was a tall man with a white mustache. He was dressed in a police suit. On his head he wore a blue hat. The other was a medium-height police woman with medium length brown hair with blond highlights; she also had on a suit, but without a hat.
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Outside, the lady turned to the other officer. "Hank," she said, "We're going to need backup. This little alien dude, well we THINK he's an alien anyway, really means business. He just wiped out almost all of this city's police crew!" She started to reach for her walkie-talkie, when Hank stopped her.
"No, we have to do this alone, Jen. We don't want to attract any more attention unless it's absolutely necessary," His features were stern, and the other officer knew she couldn't argue with him. "Now, we have to stay together unless something happens where we have to split up. I have a plan. We saw him walk into that closet, right?"
Jen paused. "Right," she finally agreed.
"Well, I happened to catch that code he entered. It was 48-8-2. So, what we have to do is go down there after him. From what we heard from the professor, the creature has a hostage trapped somewhere in his base. I figure that it is underground, since I don't see any signs of life upstairs."
"Turn your radio off before we go in," Hank stated, "The slightest noise might alert him of our presence. Take a deep breath, relax, and make sure your gun is loaded."
He took his gun out of its hoister and cocked it. Jen did the same. Hank put his hand on the door knob.
"Now, he might have some sort of security alarms. If you see anything that looks like a camera, or defense machinery, try and disable it. If you find anything that you think might be evidence, pick it up and hold on to it. And most importantly, be quiet." He took a deep breath. "Ready?" he said after a few moments of silence.
Jen nodded.
He turned the door knob, and walked into the base.
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"Computer, identify any communication devices present in the base," Zim commanded his computer.
A list of things popped up on the computer screen. Zim looked through them, scrolling down every so often. He stopped at something and his eyes widened.
He silently mouthed the words, 'Wrist watch communicator able to transmit messages to Professor Membrane, and The Laboratory of Paranormal Science on Main Street.'
"That's not anything of mine..." He re-read the sentence. Gasping, he stated, "Membrane! The Dib-human's parental unit! Of course! I should have checked him for communication devices before I tied him up."
He got up and quickly walked to the room where Dib was. He swung the door open, and then started to say something. But before he could, it hit the wall and flew right back in his face; shutting the door again.
Opening the door again, and fixing his wig, Zim started talking again.
"You!" he started angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Dib, "You think I would be so stupid as to not know it was you who transmitted messages to your father-human?! Well, I'll let you know that the police force has been terminated! So, ha! You thought you would win, but you lost! You SO lost Dib-worm! Now, surrender your communication wrist device!" He walked over and tried to get the watch off of Dib's wrist. Unfortunately for Zim, he couldn't get it off due to Dib's wrist being strapped to the chair.
He angrily took hold of the watch, and violently ripped it off Dib's arm.
Dib gasped in pain, and started to bleed where the watch had torn the skin while being viciously ripped off by the alien.
Zim then took the watch, threw it on the floor, jumped on it, and kicked it under the desk.
"I'm not as stupid as you think I am you filthy slug," The Irken's voice was harsh and stern. Yet Dib sensed something else in there. It seemed to be nervousness. Either that or something similar...
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Upstairs, Hank and Jen were thoroughly searching the top level of the base. To their surprise, no alarm had gone off. With no evidence, and no other places to look on the first floor, they decided it was time to go to the closet that they had seen Zim disappear in.
"Well, here goes nothing," Hank muttered. He entered the combination that he had seen Zim type. In a matter of seconds, the closet door opened and an elevator was waiting.
Hank stepped in first, followed by Jen. The doors closed behind them, and they glanced at each other in confusion when they saw the buttons. The labels on the buttons were written in Irken, which made it impossible for them to decipher what button lead to the room where Zim was.
Jen just took a guess. She reached up and pressed a button that had what looked like roman numerals under it. The elevator started heading downwards.
About ten seconds later, it came to a halt, and the computer voice announced "Equipment Room."
Jen hopped out of the elevator.
"Whoa! Hank, look at this place! It's huge!! How are we ever going to find anything or anybody in this place? I'll bet there are miles of laboratories under ground here!" She started to jog towards some big, foreign weapon.
Hank ran up and stopped her. "Jen," he said, "Don't touch anything down here. You could trip an alarm or something. Not to mention set off something that's going to blow half the planet to smithereens..." He shuddered at the thought of being so close to a weapon bigger than two jumbo jets combined. "We definitely don't want to set off anything like this," he stated, jerking his thumb towards the huge weapon.
"Come on; let's get back in the elevator. We have to find this alien and save the Professor's son. We can come back with more reinforcements later and inspect these labs." Hank stated, leading Jen back to the elevator.
When they got back in, it was the other's turn to choose a button. Hank looked the buttons over carefully, and then chose one that was dark blue. It had a simple looking V shape under it.
The elevator doors closed, and it started to go downwards again. After about twenty seconds, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Something like an air-brake on a semi truck sounded, and steam came out of a small room to the officers' right.
Hank stepped out of the elevator, then quickly and quietly sprinted over to the room. He pressed his back up against the wall, holding his gun up by his shoulder. Then, he sharply turned the corner and pointed his gun into the room.
No sign of any life what-so-ever. He lowered his gun, and then motioned for Jen to follow him. They both walked into the room. And God was it hot in there! Just like a sauna.
Hank looked around a bit, and then turned to leave when Jen tapped him on the shoulder.
"I think I see something over there," she whispered, pointing to a corner in the back of the room.
She and Hank walked back into the corner. There was what looked like a red and black metal coffin sitting on the floor. Jen got down on her knees and struggled with the lid. Eventually, she got it lifted, only to find nothing inside.
"Well that was meaningless," she stated to herself. She stood up and brushed her pants off. She glanced over at Hank, who had gone to look down another aisle. He was standing there, as if frozen, with his mouth hanging open.
"Hank..?" Jen asked hesitantly, "Hank what's wrong? Are you ok?" After he didn't respond, Jen walked over to see what he was staring at. She got to him and looked down the aisle, and shrieked in terror. She covered her eyes and turned away.
For down that aisle, lying on a dissection table was the body of Gaz, hardly even recognizable. The bluish hair was still visible, though.
Metal claws ripped at her lifeless body, and tore it apart. There was blood, muscles, tendons, you name it, all scattered about around her and on the floor. It was a really nasty sight to look at.
Her entire chest cavity was filled with mechanical parts. Claws were tearing her insides out, and replacing them with metal, robotic pieces. It seemed as though Zim was going to turn her into a machine or robot of some sort.
Jen grabbed Hank and quickly pulled him away from the scene, shielding her eyes so that she couldn't see Gaz as she walked back towards the elevator.
When they reached the elevator, she was practically in tears. Seeing something that gruesome being done to a human being's body was enough to make some one vomit.
"H-Hank," she stuttered, "I think this is more serious than we ever imagined possible."
"I know... Look, I think we just need to keep searching the floors," Hank was pale, and his voice was somewhat jittery.
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"...now... I think I have figured out what to do with you Dib-worm. Since you have no way of communication, or no way to contact anybody outside this room, I think I am going to let you starve," Zim said, smirking evilly, "But not starve you to death, oh no. I have a better idea. I am going to starve you until you are weak. Heh... yes... And then, I am going to activate this chair. I will enjoy seeing you get stabbed to death. And then perhaps I shall mount your head in my voot cruiser, paint my walls with your blood, and rip your heart out of your dead body and split it in two... Heh heh heh... Perhaps I should go prepare some popcorn..." The alien lowered his head and rubbed his hands together. Zim then turned and walked out the door.
Dib just sat there; what else could he do? He was stuck, and he knew he was going to die. Little did he realize, however, was that the elevator doors opened seconds later. Thinking it was just Zim, Dib paid no attention to the sound.
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"Hey, come over here," Jen called to her comrade, motioning with her hand, "I think I see something moving in that room over there," she pointed to the room that Dib was in.
Hank squinted a little, and then added, "Hey, I think you're right! Common, we gotta save that kid!"
They both took off sprinting quietly towards the small room.
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Dib heard footsteps hurriedly running across the floor outside the room. He lifted his head and glanced up.
The two police rushed into the room, guns loaded, muscles tensed.
Dib saw this and mentally cheered. He was saved!
"Hey kid, we're the police. We're here to save you. Did that green alien thing do this to you?" Hank asked as he walked over to Dib.
"Yeah," Dib coughed, "His name is Zim. He's an alien! And he murdered my sister!" he stated, coughing again.
"Yeah... we kind of noticed that..." Hank said, struggling with the restraints that held Dib to the chair. "You don't look too good," he commented, noting a big bump on Dib's head, his greasy matted hair, and several cuts, scratches, and bruises. "How long have you been down here?"
"I'm not sure," Dib answered in a raspy voice, "Around two days or so now. I'm not certain."
Jen cocked her gun again, "Ok, where is that little shit?" she asked in a low, threatening tone.
Hank was still trying to get Dib out of the chair. "Holy cow, these things... Just don't want to... Come loose, do they?" he panted, struggling with the restraints around Dib's wrists.
"They're made out of the strongest material in the universe. Only Zim can undo them. He has to press some button on the remote over there," Dib pointed towards the desk with his eyes.
Jen walked over and picked up the remote.
"Don't touch that!" Dib shouted at her, "One wrong move and I'm toast! You see, that remote also controls this whole chair. This is some sort of prisoner holding device for war or something. But all it really is it a weapon. You see, when activated, a bunch of knives come out of the side, and-"
Dib got cut off by a snarling voice.
"And what? Oh, kill you, that's right."
Hank and Jen turned around to see the short shadowy figure of Zim standing behind them with a gun.
"Now, would you two like to explain what you're doing in my home...?" he asked hesitantly.
"This isn't your home! This isn't even your home planet! Why are you doing this to this kid? He doesn't deserve such foul treat-" Hank got cut off.
Zim cut him off, "SHUT UP!! HE DOES SO DESERVE IT!! You don't know what it's been like these past six years... Every day, being chased, being tricked, being kicked, punched, laughed at... BY HIM!" he pointed an accusing finger at Dib. "Well I'm tired of it! It's finally going to be HIS turn to get what he deserves! And now, I would greatly appreciate it if you just walked back to that elevator, went to the top level, walked out the door, went home, and forgot everything."
"No, we're not leaving until you're dead, and the kid is safe with us!" Hank yelled and then turned back around to try and help Dib.
Bad move. Zim quickly cocked the gun, aimed, and shot. Hank's body fell to the ground motionless. Blood seeped from his back and formed a puddle around his body.
"NO!" Jen screamed. She dropped to her knees next to her partner's body. She placed two fingers on his neck. There was no pulse. A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell; landing on Hank's lifeless figure.
Her look of sadness suddenly turned to that of pure rage. She stood up, and stared strait into Zim's eyes. Zim just stood there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He had a look on his face that seemed absolutely relaxed, as if nothing had even happened.
"You're going to regret this," Jen spoke in a low tone of voice. The kind that sends chills up your spine when it's being directed to you.
Zim, on the other hand, just stayed put. No chills, no fear what-so-ever. He raised the gun to his mouth and blew the smoke off the end of it.
"One idiotic human down; one to go," he mumbled.
Zim cocked the gun again and raised it towards Jen. "Say goodbye to your little super hero Dib. Because she's about to go to he-"
Jen quickly whipped her leg out; she hit the gun out of the alien's gloved hands. When it landed on the floor, she quickly kicked it under the desk where it couldn't be reached.
Zim seemed to be in a bit of shock for a moment or two. But not long before he snapped back to his regular self again.
"Idiotic human. You mustn't have any idea of how many weapons I am capable of carrying at one time," he smirked, and his expression darkened as he reached towards his pod.
"Look out!" Dib yelped frantically at Jen.
Jen quickly brought her gun up to the alien's face. "Don't... even... move," she panted. "You move... And I blow your filthy brains out. Understood? Now... Put your hands out where I can see them."
Zim just stood there for a minute, not moving. Then, slowly, he brought his hands out in front of him. Jen took out a pair of handcuffs without taking her eyes off the alien. She then placed the cuffs on his wrists, and started to talk.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. Although, we will not be heading to a court, we're taking you to a laboratory to be dissected."
Zim, silently activated his pod. A small laser came out of the top of it. Jen couldn't see it yet, but Dib happened to be in just the right spot to get a glimpse of it.
"Hey! Watch out! He has something in his back pack thing!" Dib shouted.
"Hahahaha!! Too late Earth monkeys!" Zim raised the laser out of his pod, and over his head, using one of his spider legs.
Jen, on the other hand, did all she could do. She fired.
Zim fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. Green blood oozed out around his gloves and dripped to the floor.
He looked up at Jen and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something. A small grunt was all that came from his mouth as he fell over onto the floor. A puddle of Zim's formed around the alien.
"Well Dib, you're safe," Jen said after a moment, when she had turned back to face Dib.
"Wait... how do you know my name?" Dib questioned weakly.
"We got a call from the professor. They sent out twenty officers to come rescue you. Sadly, I am the only one remaining," she looked over at Hank's lifeless body staining the floor with fresh blood.
"Did you find my Gaz? My sister?"
"Yes son, I'm afraid we did... It was a horrible sight. You really wouldn't want to go see her," she walked over and tugged at the restraints.
"I don't know how we're going to get these off," Dib said, "Zim was the only one who knew how to work the remote."
"Don't worry Dib. I'll get you out of here. I will."
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WOO! That's the end! Finally! *wipes sweat off forehead* Well, that's it. I hope you all liked it. I have some people that I want to dedicate this story too.
~*~ Nathan ~*~ ~*~ Danielle ~*~ ~*~ Jenna ~*~ ~*~ Sam ~*~ ~*~ Breanna ~*~ ~*~ Invader Xim ~*~ ~*~ Evil-Chicken-Wrath ~*~ ~*~ Raina ~*~ ~*~ Krissy ~*~ ~*~ Megan ~*~ ~*~ Jhonen ~*~
Ok... I think that's it for the dedication thing... Ok, well, time to go... I hope you enjoyed the story! And... Yes... This was a very long chapter.... 3822 words to be exact! Hehe, ^_^ Ok, time to go. Don't forget to read my other stories! See ya all later!
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 10
By GothicAngel
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Dib awoke to a quick, harsh slap across his face a few hours later. He quickly sat up and blinked until his vision cleared. He then shot Zim a dirty look.
"Don't be shooting me dirty looks, human. It should be I who is giving them to you."
Zim must have noticed Dib's confused look showing on his face, because he just snickered softly to himself. "Don't worry, human," he murmured, "All the confusedness, pain, and suffering shall end soon for you." He walked over to the desk and jotted something down on a piece of paper, in his own writing, of course. Then he sat down in the chair and placed his face in his palm.
The alien sighed and quietly talked into his hand, "I just haven't quite figured out what to do with you yet, Dib-human. I want to make you suffer more than you have, and yet I want to kill you quickly. So you see; it's quite a complicated choice here. I can either kill you right now; or, I could bring in all your friends, family, and so on, and have you suffer through their deaths," he sighed again, "Wow, I'm more tired that I thought I would be today. Anyway, back to business."
"I have an idea," the raspy voice of Dib echoed slightly in the small, vacant room.
Zim lifted his head off his hand to stare at Dib. "And what might that be, Earth worm?" He asked flatly.
"How about.... You just let me go...? Dib knew that was a stupid answer, but he awaited what was to come next.
Zim walked over and backhanded Dib across the face. "That has to be the stupidest, most idiotic, thing you have ever said! Why the fuck would I release you?! You're under my control now, human! Mighty Irkens! That was such a stupid answer!" He turned around and continued to mumble things about how stupid Dib's answer was.
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A few more hours passed. Zim sat at his desk writing most of the time. Dib just sat and watched. A few times, the alien would get upset and crumple up the paper. Shouting words in his own language, he tossed it over to the trash can.
Dib just sat there, deep in thought. Sometimes he would find himself watching Zim write. Sometimes he would snap out of his trance to find himself staring at the ceiling. Anything could happen next. And he was completely helpless. He hated the feeling of being helpless.
Suddenly, his watch started to beep. His dad was trying to get through to him!
Zim heard the sound as well as Dib did. His antenna perked up, and he turned to face Dib, raising an invisible eyebrow.
"What is that noise?"
Dib was hesitant to answer. If Zim found out that he had called his father... He didn't even want to think of what would happen next.
"Well?" the Irken asked again, "What is the device that is making that annoying beeping sound?"
"Um, uh... Nothing."
"Nothing? If it were nothing it wouldn't be making any noise now would it?!" Zim got up out of the chair. He started walking over towards where Dib was located. But he was interrupted suddenly, as an alarm went off and a sign flashed the words: 'Door Bell.'
"Door bell?" Zim questioned. "Gir! Go answer the door!" He yelled. "Gir! I said go get the door!" He shouted again after a few moments when he got no reply. Then it hit him. "Oh... that's right. Well, I guess I'll have to go do it myself." He sighed and walked out of the room; stopping only once to quickly grab a sharp, jagged looking knife off the corner of his desk. He slid it through an opening in his pod.
"I'll deal with you and your beeping gadget when I return." He stated as he left the room and walked away towards the elevator.
Dib waited until the elevator had taken Zim away, and then muttered, "Wow, actually saved by the bell."
He quickly talked into the watch, answering the call from the Professor.
"Dad! What is it?"
"Dib! I've called the police! They're on their way over! Are you alright son?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine. The doorbell just rang a minute ago, so I'll bet that's the police here now. Thank you dad! Thank you so much!"
~~
Upstairs, Zim exited the elevator. He was disguised as normal. Muttering about how the stupid doorbell interrupted his work.
"Stupid bell, I should have that thing removed; or at least shut off. Oh, I know, I'll just have lasers zap anybody who rings it. Yes, yes, that's a good plan. Heh," He quietly mumbled to himself as he walked over towards the door.
Just as Zim reached for the doorknob, there was a loud banging on the door.
"Open up!" shouted an unknown voice, "This is the police!"
Zim gasped and stumbled backwards a few steps. 'They're on to me,' he thought, 'But, how? The Dib-human was contained in the laboratory the entire time. And I highly doubt that his dead sibling could contact humanity, seeing to it that she is dead and all...'
Thinking quickly, Zim remembered the laser defense mechanism on the roof of his base. (A/N: Remember? *hint* Halloween Spectacular of Spooky DOOM episode!) He snapped his fingers and then scrambled around in his pod for the remote. Successful, he pulled out the remote and pressed the single button that activated the guns.
There was a zapping sound outside, and flashes of light could be seen through the windows. Shadows flickered on the walls as the light flashed.
Zim waited a moment after the lasers stopped. All seemed quiet. Everybody was gone.
"Well, that takes care of that," the alien said as he rubbed his hands together. "Now, back to the lab. I must figure out where the source came from that alerted the human FBI authority... things."
Zim headed towards the closet where his robot parents used to be located. He entered a code and stepped into the elevator, totally unaware of the two police that had survived and were watching Zim through the window.
One officer was a tall man with a white mustache. He was dressed in a police suit. On his head he wore a blue hat. The other was a medium-height police woman with medium length brown hair with blond highlights; she also had on a suit, but without a hat.
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Outside, the lady turned to the other officer. "Hank," she said, "We're going to need backup. This little alien dude, well we THINK he's an alien anyway, really means business. He just wiped out almost all of this city's police crew!" She started to reach for her walkie-talkie, when Hank stopped her.
"No, we have to do this alone, Jen. We don't want to attract any more attention unless it's absolutely necessary," His features were stern, and the other officer knew she couldn't argue with him. "Now, we have to stay together unless something happens where we have to split up. I have a plan. We saw him walk into that closet, right?"
Jen paused. "Right," she finally agreed.
"Well, I happened to catch that code he entered. It was 48-8-2. So, what we have to do is go down there after him. From what we heard from the professor, the creature has a hostage trapped somewhere in his base. I figure that it is underground, since I don't see any signs of life upstairs."
"Turn your radio off before we go in," Hank stated, "The slightest noise might alert him of our presence. Take a deep breath, relax, and make sure your gun is loaded."
He took his gun out of its hoister and cocked it. Jen did the same. Hank put his hand on the door knob.
"Now, he might have some sort of security alarms. If you see anything that looks like a camera, or defense machinery, try and disable it. If you find anything that you think might be evidence, pick it up and hold on to it. And most importantly, be quiet." He took a deep breath. "Ready?" he said after a few moments of silence.
Jen nodded.
He turned the door knob, and walked into the base.
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"Computer, identify any communication devices present in the base," Zim commanded his computer.
A list of things popped up on the computer screen. Zim looked through them, scrolling down every so often. He stopped at something and his eyes widened.
He silently mouthed the words, 'Wrist watch communicator able to transmit messages to Professor Membrane, and The Laboratory of Paranormal Science on Main Street.'
"That's not anything of mine..." He re-read the sentence. Gasping, he stated, "Membrane! The Dib-human's parental unit! Of course! I should have checked him for communication devices before I tied him up."
He got up and quickly walked to the room where Dib was. He swung the door open, and then started to say something. But before he could, it hit the wall and flew right back in his face; shutting the door again.
Opening the door again, and fixing his wig, Zim started talking again.
"You!" he started angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Dib, "You think I would be so stupid as to not know it was you who transmitted messages to your father-human?! Well, I'll let you know that the police force has been terminated! So, ha! You thought you would win, but you lost! You SO lost Dib-worm! Now, surrender your communication wrist device!" He walked over and tried to get the watch off of Dib's wrist. Unfortunately for Zim, he couldn't get it off due to Dib's wrist being strapped to the chair.
He angrily took hold of the watch, and violently ripped it off Dib's arm.
Dib gasped in pain, and started to bleed where the watch had torn the skin while being viciously ripped off by the alien.
Zim then took the watch, threw it on the floor, jumped on it, and kicked it under the desk.
"I'm not as stupid as you think I am you filthy slug," The Irken's voice was harsh and stern. Yet Dib sensed something else in there. It seemed to be nervousness. Either that or something similar...
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Upstairs, Hank and Jen were thoroughly searching the top level of the base. To their surprise, no alarm had gone off. With no evidence, and no other places to look on the first floor, they decided it was time to go to the closet that they had seen Zim disappear in.
"Well, here goes nothing," Hank muttered. He entered the combination that he had seen Zim type. In a matter of seconds, the closet door opened and an elevator was waiting.
Hank stepped in first, followed by Jen. The doors closed behind them, and they glanced at each other in confusion when they saw the buttons. The labels on the buttons were written in Irken, which made it impossible for them to decipher what button lead to the room where Zim was.
Jen just took a guess. She reached up and pressed a button that had what looked like roman numerals under it. The elevator started heading downwards.
About ten seconds later, it came to a halt, and the computer voice announced "Equipment Room."
Jen hopped out of the elevator.
"Whoa! Hank, look at this place! It's huge!! How are we ever going to find anything or anybody in this place? I'll bet there are miles of laboratories under ground here!" She started to jog towards some big, foreign weapon.
Hank ran up and stopped her. "Jen," he said, "Don't touch anything down here. You could trip an alarm or something. Not to mention set off something that's going to blow half the planet to smithereens..." He shuddered at the thought of being so close to a weapon bigger than two jumbo jets combined. "We definitely don't want to set off anything like this," he stated, jerking his thumb towards the huge weapon.
"Come on; let's get back in the elevator. We have to find this alien and save the Professor's son. We can come back with more reinforcements later and inspect these labs." Hank stated, leading Jen back to the elevator.
When they got back in, it was the other's turn to choose a button. Hank looked the buttons over carefully, and then chose one that was dark blue. It had a simple looking V shape under it.
The elevator doors closed, and it started to go downwards again. After about twenty seconds, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Something like an air-brake on a semi truck sounded, and steam came out of a small room to the officers' right.
Hank stepped out of the elevator, then quickly and quietly sprinted over to the room. He pressed his back up against the wall, holding his gun up by his shoulder. Then, he sharply turned the corner and pointed his gun into the room.
No sign of any life what-so-ever. He lowered his gun, and then motioned for Jen to follow him. They both walked into the room. And God was it hot in there! Just like a sauna.
Hank looked around a bit, and then turned to leave when Jen tapped him on the shoulder.
"I think I see something over there," she whispered, pointing to a corner in the back of the room.
She and Hank walked back into the corner. There was what looked like a red and black metal coffin sitting on the floor. Jen got down on her knees and struggled with the lid. Eventually, she got it lifted, only to find nothing inside.
"Well that was meaningless," she stated to herself. She stood up and brushed her pants off. She glanced over at Hank, who had gone to look down another aisle. He was standing there, as if frozen, with his mouth hanging open.
"Hank..?" Jen asked hesitantly, "Hank what's wrong? Are you ok?" After he didn't respond, Jen walked over to see what he was staring at. She got to him and looked down the aisle, and shrieked in terror. She covered her eyes and turned away.
For down that aisle, lying on a dissection table was the body of Gaz, hardly even recognizable. The bluish hair was still visible, though.
Metal claws ripped at her lifeless body, and tore it apart. There was blood, muscles, tendons, you name it, all scattered about around her and on the floor. It was a really nasty sight to look at.
Her entire chest cavity was filled with mechanical parts. Claws were tearing her insides out, and replacing them with metal, robotic pieces. It seemed as though Zim was going to turn her into a machine or robot of some sort.
Jen grabbed Hank and quickly pulled him away from the scene, shielding her eyes so that she couldn't see Gaz as she walked back towards the elevator.
When they reached the elevator, she was practically in tears. Seeing something that gruesome being done to a human being's body was enough to make some one vomit.
"H-Hank," she stuttered, "I think this is more serious than we ever imagined possible."
"I know... Look, I think we just need to keep searching the floors," Hank was pale, and his voice was somewhat jittery.
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"...now... I think I have figured out what to do with you Dib-worm. Since you have no way of communication, or no way to contact anybody outside this room, I think I am going to let you starve," Zim said, smirking evilly, "But not starve you to death, oh no. I have a better idea. I am going to starve you until you are weak. Heh... yes... And then, I am going to activate this chair. I will enjoy seeing you get stabbed to death. And then perhaps I shall mount your head in my voot cruiser, paint my walls with your blood, and rip your heart out of your dead body and split it in two... Heh heh heh... Perhaps I should go prepare some popcorn..." The alien lowered his head and rubbed his hands together. Zim then turned and walked out the door.
Dib just sat there; what else could he do? He was stuck, and he knew he was going to die. Little did he realize, however, was that the elevator doors opened seconds later. Thinking it was just Zim, Dib paid no attention to the sound.
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"Hey, come over here," Jen called to her comrade, motioning with her hand, "I think I see something moving in that room over there," she pointed to the room that Dib was in.
Hank squinted a little, and then added, "Hey, I think you're right! Common, we gotta save that kid!"
They both took off sprinting quietly towards the small room.
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Dib heard footsteps hurriedly running across the floor outside the room. He lifted his head and glanced up.
The two police rushed into the room, guns loaded, muscles tensed.
Dib saw this and mentally cheered. He was saved!
"Hey kid, we're the police. We're here to save you. Did that green alien thing do this to you?" Hank asked as he walked over to Dib.
"Yeah," Dib coughed, "His name is Zim. He's an alien! And he murdered my sister!" he stated, coughing again.
"Yeah... we kind of noticed that..." Hank said, struggling with the restraints that held Dib to the chair. "You don't look too good," he commented, noting a big bump on Dib's head, his greasy matted hair, and several cuts, scratches, and bruises. "How long have you been down here?"
"I'm not sure," Dib answered in a raspy voice, "Around two days or so now. I'm not certain."
Jen cocked her gun again, "Ok, where is that little shit?" she asked in a low, threatening tone.
Hank was still trying to get Dib out of the chair. "Holy cow, these things... Just don't want to... Come loose, do they?" he panted, struggling with the restraints around Dib's wrists.
"They're made out of the strongest material in the universe. Only Zim can undo them. He has to press some button on the remote over there," Dib pointed towards the desk with his eyes.
Jen walked over and picked up the remote.
"Don't touch that!" Dib shouted at her, "One wrong move and I'm toast! You see, that remote also controls this whole chair. This is some sort of prisoner holding device for war or something. But all it really is it a weapon. You see, when activated, a bunch of knives come out of the side, and-"
Dib got cut off by a snarling voice.
"And what? Oh, kill you, that's right."
Hank and Jen turned around to see the short shadowy figure of Zim standing behind them with a gun.
"Now, would you two like to explain what you're doing in my home...?" he asked hesitantly.
"This isn't your home! This isn't even your home planet! Why are you doing this to this kid? He doesn't deserve such foul treat-" Hank got cut off.
Zim cut him off, "SHUT UP!! HE DOES SO DESERVE IT!! You don't know what it's been like these past six years... Every day, being chased, being tricked, being kicked, punched, laughed at... BY HIM!" he pointed an accusing finger at Dib. "Well I'm tired of it! It's finally going to be HIS turn to get what he deserves! And now, I would greatly appreciate it if you just walked back to that elevator, went to the top level, walked out the door, went home, and forgot everything."
"No, we're not leaving until you're dead, and the kid is safe with us!" Hank yelled and then turned back around to try and help Dib.
Bad move. Zim quickly cocked the gun, aimed, and shot. Hank's body fell to the ground motionless. Blood seeped from his back and formed a puddle around his body.
"NO!" Jen screamed. She dropped to her knees next to her partner's body. She placed two fingers on his neck. There was no pulse. A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell; landing on Hank's lifeless figure.
Her look of sadness suddenly turned to that of pure rage. She stood up, and stared strait into Zim's eyes. Zim just stood there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He had a look on his face that seemed absolutely relaxed, as if nothing had even happened.
"You're going to regret this," Jen spoke in a low tone of voice. The kind that sends chills up your spine when it's being directed to you.
Zim, on the other hand, just stayed put. No chills, no fear what-so-ever. He raised the gun to his mouth and blew the smoke off the end of it.
"One idiotic human down; one to go," he mumbled.
Zim cocked the gun again and raised it towards Jen. "Say goodbye to your little super hero Dib. Because she's about to go to he-"
Jen quickly whipped her leg out; she hit the gun out of the alien's gloved hands. When it landed on the floor, she quickly kicked it under the desk where it couldn't be reached.
Zim seemed to be in a bit of shock for a moment or two. But not long before he snapped back to his regular self again.
"Idiotic human. You mustn't have any idea of how many weapons I am capable of carrying at one time," he smirked, and his expression darkened as he reached towards his pod.
"Look out!" Dib yelped frantically at Jen.
Jen quickly brought her gun up to the alien's face. "Don't... even... move," she panted. "You move... And I blow your filthy brains out. Understood? Now... Put your hands out where I can see them."
Zim just stood there for a minute, not moving. Then, slowly, he brought his hands out in front of him. Jen took out a pair of handcuffs without taking her eyes off the alien. She then placed the cuffs on his wrists, and started to talk.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. Although, we will not be heading to a court, we're taking you to a laboratory to be dissected."
Zim, silently activated his pod. A small laser came out of the top of it. Jen couldn't see it yet, but Dib happened to be in just the right spot to get a glimpse of it.
"Hey! Watch out! He has something in his back pack thing!" Dib shouted.
"Hahahaha!! Too late Earth monkeys!" Zim raised the laser out of his pod, and over his head, using one of his spider legs.
Jen, on the other hand, did all she could do. She fired.
Zim fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. Green blood oozed out around his gloves and dripped to the floor.
He looked up at Jen and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something. A small grunt was all that came from his mouth as he fell over onto the floor. A puddle of Zim's formed around the alien.
"Well Dib, you're safe," Jen said after a moment, when she had turned back to face Dib.
"Wait... how do you know my name?" Dib questioned weakly.
"We got a call from the professor. They sent out twenty officers to come rescue you. Sadly, I am the only one remaining," she looked over at Hank's lifeless body staining the floor with fresh blood.
"Did you find my Gaz? My sister?"
"Yes son, I'm afraid we did... It was a horrible sight. You really wouldn't want to go see her," she walked over and tugged at the restraints.
"I don't know how we're going to get these off," Dib said, "Zim was the only one who knew how to work the remote."
"Don't worry Dib. I'll get you out of here. I will."
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WOO! That's the end! Finally! *wipes sweat off forehead* Well, that's it. I hope you all liked it. I have some people that I want to dedicate this story too.
~*~ Nathan ~*~ ~*~ Danielle ~*~ ~*~ Jenna ~*~ ~*~ Sam ~*~ ~*~ Breanna ~*~ ~*~ Invader Xim ~*~ ~*~ Evil-Chicken-Wrath ~*~ ~*~ Raina ~*~ ~*~ Krissy ~*~ ~*~ Megan ~*~ ~*~ Jhonen ~*~
Ok... I think that's it for the dedication thing... Ok, well, time to go... I hope you enjoyed the story! And... Yes... This was a very long chapter.... 3822 words to be exact! Hehe, ^_^ Ok, time to go. Don't forget to read my other stories! See ya all later!