Locked In
Notes and Disclaimer: VP: I don't own Invader Zim. Sweet, simple, to the point...
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Dagger: Yup.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing.
What You Need to Know: "Talking"
~Thinking~
[author notes]
On with the Locked In fic... Also sweet, simple, to the point!
~~~ In the Store ~~~
Dib stood in horror. Looking at the black gun pointing to his rival's [Crush?] head. He was in a panic, but frozen, frozen in fear. What will happen? Will Zim die? Disturbing questions plagued his mind, making his expression turn more panicked.
"Give me your money." The man stated, his voice was cold, like ice. When Dib's words came out it were meant to be brave and strong, instead it was shaky and scared. "I-I have no money!" "Than give me your trench coat!" He snarled. "It must be worth something!!" He added smirking.
Dib's body trembled. ~No, I'll stand up to him!! I'm not giving away this coat!!~ His mind was determined, but his arms grabbed the coat and yanked it off him. He handed it to the man and stood back in his long sleeved blue shirt with a face on it. He had a golden watch at the end of his right hand sleeve.
"And the watch too!!" The bugler barked. Dib's eyes widened. ~The watch my mother gave me?! NO!! I will not give my watch up.~ "I will not give my watch up!!" He repeated aloud, his voice had turned to angry, and his eyes were narrowed.
"Than green boy here gets it!" He put his finger on the trigger, his smirk wider now. "Wipe that damn smirk off your face." Dib's voice sounded commanding. The man did not obey, his smirk only got wider and his finger pushed ever so lightly on the trigger.
~Think! Think!~ Dib's mind was screaming at him, telling him to do something before the ground turned red. He looked around and felt something hit his leg. He looked down to see a whipped cream can. He thought of something and nodded his head. The black clothed man eyed him suspiciously.
In a swift motion Dib picked up the have full can of whipped cream and quickly aimed it at the man throwing it. It hit the man in the head and he let the gun fall to the ground and rubbed his head as Dib made a simply gesture picking up the gun off the ground.
The man had let go of the green alien and Zim was shaking. He got up, still shaking, and looked over at Dib. He stood there for a minute and than threw himself at Dib as he hugged him. Dib's eyes looked surprise and they turned to joy. He had saved Zim! He did it! And Dib noticed that Zim seemed to forget all about the bruise on his leg, he was taking the pain well.
Dib was about to snake his arms around Zim's back to hug him back when he realized the man had pulled out another gun. In another rapid gesture he took the boy in his arms and put Zim behind him. Zim put his hand on Dib's shoulder looking at the man.
~I'm an Invader.~ Zim thought. ~But, I do have many weakness, I need to watch out.~ He thought nodding to himself. He than broke out of his thoughts when Dib grabbed Zim throwing him over his shoulder and running. Zim saw the man run after them and disappear in one of the isles.
Zim looked back at Dib, but only saw the back of his head. "D-dib? Where are we going?" Zim's voice was still shaken from what had happened back there. Dib didn't answer and just keep running. Zim guessed he couldn't hear him. He was running fairly fast for carrying another body.
Zim noticed they were heading to the back of the store. ~Probably to the Storage Room. Brilliant!~ Zim thought smiling, but it quickly faded as he thought of the situation they were both in.
The alien's guess had been right as he saw the big sign that said Storage Room in the distance. He sighed in relief as Dib kicked open the door running inside. He put Zim down and looked around. He took Zim's hand and led him behind some machine and crouched there, motioning Zim to do the say.
Zim crouched down and heard faint footsteps outside the Storage Room door. "Dib," Zim whispered, almost not speaking. "Why did you come back here? It's a dead end!" He exclaimed getting a little bit louder. "Relax Zim! When he comes through that door," He pointed to the door they had come through. "I'll aim for him and we'll run. Tada." Dib said simply.
"Where will we run!? We can't get out of the store?!" Zim was almost yelling. Dib put a hand over his mouth. "Be quiet! Do you want to end up dead?!" Zim shook his head at what Dib said. "Now, we're just going to try and... kill him." Dib spat the words 'kill' bitterly. He had never killed anyone and hadn't planned on it when he walked into Piggy Mart.
"Do you have a weapon you might use?" Dib asked glancing at Zim. The alien took out a laser gun and looked over the gray machine to see the man at the door searching for them. "Ready, One, two, three!" Dib said in a very quiet murmur before Zim and him stood up from the machine.
They started shooting. One hit him in the arm, which didn't slow him down that much. When he got to them they stepped back. He jumped up in the air and came behind Zim. "What's in you little back pack?" Zim turned around fast and pointed his laser gun at him. "Stay back!!" He ordered.
"I just want to see!" He grabbed Zim by the shoulder and twisted him around. Dib ran into the man's side as he let go of Zim. He had his sight set on Dib now. He glared at him and put his hand on Dib's neck, strangling him. Dib chocked and hacked. Now it was Zim's turn to worry. His small body ran over to Dib's strangled position and bit the guy's arms. He let go painfully as Dib got away.
He quickly took his laser gun shooting him in the stomach. He arched over in pain and Dib recovered in time to take his gun he got and shot. It went slowly as it hit the robber on the side of his face. His body feel limp. Death lingered in the air.
Zim and Dib looked at each other than back at the lifeless body in front of them. There was silence, but it seemed so loud to them. Zim approached the figure, cautiously. He touched him. His body was cold. "He's... dead." Zim announced, breaking the loud silence.
"Yeah, I know Zim, I know. How's your leg?" Dib asked rubbing his neck. "Well, it hurts, but I can take the pain of walking. Besides, the cut wasn't THAT deep." Zim smiled slightly. Dib frowned and walked out of the room. Zim followed shaking his head in pity at the limp figure.
~~~ End of Chapter Seven ~~~
Sorry it was so weird. Zim just took the pain in his leg, and he was right, it wasn't THAT deep. So, read and review!! Thanks yous!!
