Disclaimer: no, I don't OWN invader zim.though I wish I did, but not the
cartoon the little green man! ^.^ well, anyways.I don't own any of this but
the idea and the computer I typed it on, oh and we can't forget the strange
mind that thought this up. Well, here goes.Hope you enjoy!
A short author's note: this was fueled completely by boredom.if you don't like it, well, then don't read it. That's really all I have to say on that matter.^.^' -.-' well, on with the story! Here goes!
A Wicked Smile upon the Earth
CH. 1 Mirror Reflection
Day upon day I sit in my room, wishing, hoping, and further more.wanting for my time to come. My time of glory, my time of splendor, and my time of freedom. It's like I've been locked in a cage from which I cannot escape. I have only been able to want for something, however I can never get it. Everything in my dreams seems so out of reach from this world.everything so, unbelievably far away.and yet to me so very close.
"Please no.DON'T I BEG YOU!" I then sat up in a rage of fear and furry. I whipped the sweat from my face while regaining my breath.
"It was just a dream." I sat there and thought for a moment.
"But it seemed so real, you can't feel pain in dreams." I said this with such a shock that I almost fell backwards to notice that it was true. Your body in dreams does not react to your physical body except for the fear and the memory. You have no nerve endings in dreams.so how could that have happened? How could that be possible? As I sat there and thought for a moment I once again whipped my hand across my face to remove the beads of sweat that were forming. I then smelled a very familiar scent. Fresh blood. That was the smell. However, where could it have come from? I then looked down at my sweating palms only to find the source of the smell. I was bleeding. My wrists and a few places on my hands were bleeding violently. I gasped and hurried to the bathroom to wash the blood from my hands and face. As I turned on the faucet and rinsed the blood away from my soon to be discovered, untouched skin, I was so baffled at what I saw that I came to stagger in speech. I couldn't speak and when I finally formed words from what little syllables that I could think of I shouted.
"THERE'S .NO CUTS!" I said with a loud shriek and a gasp. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I was as frightened as I had ever been.
"No.how could this be? How is this possible? Blood cannot escape the veins much less the body without a cut or an opening for it to go through." My heart began up it's pace. I then thought quickly. 'I must get a sample of the blood to verify of whose it is.' I then got up and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag and ran from the room. I got a Q-tip from my bathroom drawer and got a drop of the exposed blood.
"I hope this will do." I said with a sort of a worry in my voice. I was still baffled at how this could've happened. All I knew was that I had no possible way of getting around entering my dad's lab in our basement. I thought it over for a moment and knew it had to be done. I just couldn't get caught or I would have to explain why I was testing blood. Then it would be back to the shrink on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hated the thought of that. Every one would think that I was crazy even worse then they already did. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day after school I had put the blood in the testing fragulator. I knew it would take around 30 minutes or so to find out the DNA of the person it had come from. I went to my room and stared in the mirror for a little while. Though I really didn't like what I saw, it seemed to pass the time.
"Why do I have to look like this?" I said not really paying attention to the fact that I was talking to myself and that, it was one of the many signs of insanity.
"Why can't you be the way that the mind that you hold wants you to be?" ~sighs~ I then caught something out of the corner of my eye. I then turned around while saying "Hey, who are you!?" My eyes then realized that, there was no one there. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me from the anxiousness of wanting the blood results to hurry up and process. Yes, that was it.I'll go with that. I then returned to the mirror, only to find the same strange form. Only this time, he was looking back at me. I stood there, in complete and utter fear.
"Wh-who are you? Or should I say, WHAT are you?" I just stood there, looking at what was formed to be my reflection, staring into his eyes. Yes, those eyes.those horrifying eyes. They seemed to stare at me with such an evil look; I couldn't bare it any longer. I heard a loud buzz and then realized that the test results were finished. I quickly ran to the lab and got the results. All of the tests showed that the blood belonged. to me. Though I had no cuts or recent scars on my body. you cannot disagree with the scientific resource of the matter. I was almost scared stiff. I then heard my father walking through the front door. I got the results and shut off the machine as fast as I could. Just as I had done this, my father walked into the kitchen where I stood looking into the refrigerator. 'Yes! I made it!' I thought to myself with a little mischievous laugh coming from the thought that I had been sneaky and gotten away with it.
"Why is this machine hot?" My father asked me with a very suspicious voice.
"Oh, I was playing with my wall-ball again and it went into your lab and hit the machine and it turned on. I just turned it off though." I said making up a quick lie. It seemed to have fooled my father for that has happened many times before. I couldn't help to think of that strange thing that I saw in the mirror not 10 minutes before. That, whatever he was, with those weird, terrifying red eyes.
Ok.now, who's point of view do you think this is coming from.and I'll bet you'll never know. Teeheehee. You have three choices. Dib Gaz or. Someone else
A short author's note: this was fueled completely by boredom.if you don't like it, well, then don't read it. That's really all I have to say on that matter.^.^' -.-' well, on with the story! Here goes!
A Wicked Smile upon the Earth
CH. 1 Mirror Reflection
Day upon day I sit in my room, wishing, hoping, and further more.wanting for my time to come. My time of glory, my time of splendor, and my time of freedom. It's like I've been locked in a cage from which I cannot escape. I have only been able to want for something, however I can never get it. Everything in my dreams seems so out of reach from this world.everything so, unbelievably far away.and yet to me so very close.
"Please no.DON'T I BEG YOU!" I then sat up in a rage of fear and furry. I whipped the sweat from my face while regaining my breath.
"It was just a dream." I sat there and thought for a moment.
"But it seemed so real, you can't feel pain in dreams." I said this with such a shock that I almost fell backwards to notice that it was true. Your body in dreams does not react to your physical body except for the fear and the memory. You have no nerve endings in dreams.so how could that have happened? How could that be possible? As I sat there and thought for a moment I once again whipped my hand across my face to remove the beads of sweat that were forming. I then smelled a very familiar scent. Fresh blood. That was the smell. However, where could it have come from? I then looked down at my sweating palms only to find the source of the smell. I was bleeding. My wrists and a few places on my hands were bleeding violently. I gasped and hurried to the bathroom to wash the blood from my hands and face. As I turned on the faucet and rinsed the blood away from my soon to be discovered, untouched skin, I was so baffled at what I saw that I came to stagger in speech. I couldn't speak and when I finally formed words from what little syllables that I could think of I shouted.
"THERE'S .NO CUTS!" I said with a loud shriek and a gasp. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I was as frightened as I had ever been.
"No.how could this be? How is this possible? Blood cannot escape the veins much less the body without a cut or an opening for it to go through." My heart began up it's pace. I then thought quickly. 'I must get a sample of the blood to verify of whose it is.' I then got up and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag and ran from the room. I got a Q-tip from my bathroom drawer and got a drop of the exposed blood.
"I hope this will do." I said with a sort of a worry in my voice. I was still baffled at how this could've happened. All I knew was that I had no possible way of getting around entering my dad's lab in our basement. I thought it over for a moment and knew it had to be done. I just couldn't get caught or I would have to explain why I was testing blood. Then it would be back to the shrink on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hated the thought of that. Every one would think that I was crazy even worse then they already did. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day after school I had put the blood in the testing fragulator. I knew it would take around 30 minutes or so to find out the DNA of the person it had come from. I went to my room and stared in the mirror for a little while. Though I really didn't like what I saw, it seemed to pass the time.
"Why do I have to look like this?" I said not really paying attention to the fact that I was talking to myself and that, it was one of the many signs of insanity.
"Why can't you be the way that the mind that you hold wants you to be?" ~sighs~ I then caught something out of the corner of my eye. I then turned around while saying "Hey, who are you!?" My eyes then realized that, there was no one there. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me from the anxiousness of wanting the blood results to hurry up and process. Yes, that was it.I'll go with that. I then returned to the mirror, only to find the same strange form. Only this time, he was looking back at me. I stood there, in complete and utter fear.
"Wh-who are you? Or should I say, WHAT are you?" I just stood there, looking at what was formed to be my reflection, staring into his eyes. Yes, those eyes.those horrifying eyes. They seemed to stare at me with such an evil look; I couldn't bare it any longer. I heard a loud buzz and then realized that the test results were finished. I quickly ran to the lab and got the results. All of the tests showed that the blood belonged. to me. Though I had no cuts or recent scars on my body. you cannot disagree with the scientific resource of the matter. I was almost scared stiff. I then heard my father walking through the front door. I got the results and shut off the machine as fast as I could. Just as I had done this, my father walked into the kitchen where I stood looking into the refrigerator. 'Yes! I made it!' I thought to myself with a little mischievous laugh coming from the thought that I had been sneaky and gotten away with it.
"Why is this machine hot?" My father asked me with a very suspicious voice.
"Oh, I was playing with my wall-ball again and it went into your lab and hit the machine and it turned on. I just turned it off though." I said making up a quick lie. It seemed to have fooled my father for that has happened many times before. I couldn't help to think of that strange thing that I saw in the mirror not 10 minutes before. That, whatever he was, with those weird, terrifying red eyes.
Ok.now, who's point of view do you think this is coming from.and I'll bet you'll never know. Teeheehee. You have three choices. Dib Gaz or. Someone else
