Happy birthday to me. Ha ha ha.
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The trigger clicked.
The gun was dropped, but the noise it made as it hit the ground was muffled out by the thud of the man's body.
Zim smirked and turned, motioning with an airy wave for Ari to follow him.
Her eyes were completely glassed over, it was hard to see now, but she could just barely make out the still form of her father's body. Something inside of her broke that day, something that to this day really hasn't yet been found, or maybe doesn't exist. Whatever it was, it changed her just a bit. . .Her mind was racing with empty thoughts, her mind nothing but a white void full of static noise.
Her throat stopped functioning as she stood up, she hadn't even shot him while on two feet. . .She had become one of those villains on TV, who killed the innocent and the defenseless. Both of which her father had become.
Her hands ached from gripping the gun so hard, but now her fingers twitched, begging her to stoop down and grab the gun, and place it somewhere where it belonged. . .Except the only place she could think of was to her head.
She thought to herself, "I'm such a wuss. . .I'm a murderer!!!. . .I can't back out now. . .I'M A FILTHY ROTTEN KILLER!. . .Its for Zim, I had to obey. . .COLD HEARTED BITCH!. . ." They, being the voices in her head, rambled on over and over, she found herself walking over to catch up with Zim, the past cannot be undone. And she wasn't going to try and change that.
Her chest hurt as she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. No one would ever be close to her again, ever. She smiled. She couldn't help it, the muscles in her jaw were glued there it seemed, so instead of fight it, she laughed to herself.
Zim quirked a brow towards her and continued her walking. She grinned to herself a little wider this time, running to catch up with the only person who mattered in her life now.
----------------------------------------In the fourth car that day---------- -------------------------------
"FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY TWOOOOO GRAPES IN MY GUT, FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY TWOOOOO, I SWALLOW SOME DOWN, AND MUSH 'EM AROUND, AND THAT MAKES FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY THREEEEEE GRAPES IN MY GUT!" Screeched Umi, rocking his head back and forth to the side as he sang.
Jaz's grip on the steering wheel tightened again, the higher the pitch the tighter she grabbed. Finally, she snapped.
"UMI! DO YOU HAVE TO SING THAT IDIOTIC SONG!? BESIDES, IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN, DOWN! NOT UP! SO IT CAN END BEFORE I AM FORCED TO RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-" The car swerved off the road, as she had been peering at her cousin too long. The two screamed as the car skidded madly on the black asphalt, Jaz frantically lunging for the wheel and trying to correct the metal beast's path.
After a frantic squeedily-spooch racing moment or two, the car was back to driving along the road.
Jaz had narrowed her eyes to the point where they were in danger of disappearing off her face, unless she crashed the car first. Umi grinned cheekily, his tongue sticking out. The girl at the wheel made a fist while the other hand grabbed the wheel. Closing her eyes to perhaps soothe the migraine coming on, she took no notice of the large energy ball forming in her hands. Umi blinked a bit unnerved as Jaz blatantly opened her eyes and kept driving, the ball slowly getting larger.
"Uhm.Jaz?" he peeped quietly, not wanting to have his neck wrung.
She narrowed her annoyed eyes at the road, not looking towards Umi, or the still growing ball of pain in her hand.
"Ehh, Jaz? Prima? Cuz?" he squeaked, edging away from the large ball and pressing himself against seat of the jeep.
No response, she must be really pissed.
He coughed. Nothing from Jaz. The ball spiraling and floating over her hand was now beginning to glow brighter, changing from an orange-ish color to a bright icy blue.
He huffed. "MAHINA!!!"
Jaz twitched and turned her head quickly towards her annoying cousin, and got one quick glimpse of her face before realizing she had been spacing off and forming a ball of death in her hand at the same time.
The human looking girl screamed in surprise and launched the ball of energy behind them, stomping her foot on the pedal. Umi turned around to watch as a small explosion took place behind them, giving the jeep an unexpected burst of speed and enveloping a gas station in flames.
Jaz looked around sheepishly. "Ehh. . .I'm sure no one'll notice. . ." -Looking like this--- ^__^;;
Umi was gaping at her and crossed his arms, scoffing. "And they say I'M crazy."
---------------------------------------------The Way back to Zim's base.some more-----------------------
Ari had been quiet so far, forcing herself to forget the look her father had given her, and also trying to make the voices bickering back and forth in her head shut up.
As Zim marched, she looked around, wondering why these streets were so familiar seeming. . .The answer slowly came to her like sinking into a warm bath, this was her neighborhood.
She sadly glanced at the cracking houses, concrete walls that were being torn down, benches smashed and windows broken, her own house was looking in need of some major repairs. She looked up from the ground from which she gloomily stared at to clear her throat.
"Zim?" she asked, her voice still a bit unsteady and wavering.
He stopped and turned. "What. . .?"
"May I go inside my house for a moment? I can't help but want to. . ." She pleaded innocently, putting her hands behind her back.
Changing his expression to a rather bored yet slightly quizzical face, he shrugged. "Fine, but be quick. Remember what I've said about the gophers!"
Ari let a tiny smile break through the mask of her face and did a flourishing bow, one of which Zim enjoyed every time it was given. She turned and ran up the stone walkway, noticing the front door had been ripped off. Zim looked as if he was about to stay outside and wait, but he too had reminded himself of his threat about the gophers and scurried inside, jumpily holding his gun ready.
She sighed, looking at the peeling blue wallpaper and the empty food containers still waiting to be taken to the dumpster. Something rustled in the next room, causing Ari to jump and peer inside it, nothing but an open window near a tree. A shadow flitted behind her as she shut it.
Running her hands along the wall, she made her way to the room, still a bit unnerved from the shadows that had begun to sneak their ways into her house, sunset was approaching, fast.
She stared longingly at her mothers door, the last place she had seen her for a while. She creaked open the door slowly, layers of actual dust slowly filtering themselves through it into the dark room.
Coughing at the sudden barrage of microscopic dirt floating in the air, she could have sworn as she jerked her head forwards involuntarily due to the coughing a pile of blankets shifted quickly.
Suddenly the room's appearance was no longer warm and inviting, it was cold and desolate. Soon it became nothing more but a reminder of what she had done to her own family. What was worse was the fact that he was not the first.
As she staggered backwards out of the room, she broke into a crazed run, one thought on her mind-get away from the room. She turned her head to look, to check to see if she really was gaining distance away from her parent's abode when she met face first with evidence. Hard wooden evidence.
She fell backwards, nose sorely bleeding. She stared up at the wall in front of her, the end of the hallway. She remembered never liking this hallway for some reason, perhaps it was the odd bluish wallpapering, which she had noticed was beginning to peel downwards. She grabbed a strip in anger and tore it, revealing a dull brown.
Brown?
Ari wiped a nose with a sleeve and curiously grabbed another piece. She had thought that thump was pretty soft for a wall. . .After a few meticulous minutes of peeling and cursing her short fingernails, she had managed to rip off a large portion by luck. A dull brown wooden door was behind it.
"That's odd. . .I remember a door being her before. . .A long time ago though. . .Maybe it was when we we're touring the house, then it got painted over with wallpaper by the time we bought it. . ." she softly muttered to herself, whipping around as a soft scuffle issued behind her. Once again, her eyes met nothing but emptiness. Childhood memories were few, the few details she could remember had been brought to light due to the unfortunate incident with the brain pulsing machine.
Un-strapping her dagger from her ankle, she stabbed into the door, trying to find where it ended and the actual wall began. Soon enough to rotting wall paper, she found a large discolored streak which her dagger plunged through. Pulling it down, she struggled to rip the gargantuan papering away from the secret door. Giving up, she decided she would have to at least cut the bottom papering as well. A minute more of slicing and stabbing of walls and carpet and soon enough she had peeled a good enough amount of it off the door. Clutching the sticky handle due to wallpaper residue, she placed a foot against the wall and pulled for all she was worth. (which at the moment, she reminded herself, wasn't much.)
The door didn't give at all the first try, but around the 3rd and a half try it emitted a large puff of dust that swirled around Ari's loose pant covered ankles. This tiny crevice gave Ari new hope as she tugged harder, wondering how long it would take for her ankle to eventually snap in half from the pressure on her foot.
Finally, as if the door had just given up, it slid backwards with unknown speed into the wall slot.
"Damn sliding doors. . .I never liked them. . ." Ari muttered random thoughts out loud as she dusted herself off, having fallen on her ass.
Standing up, she stared into the small room, it must have been about 7 feet by 7 feet at the largest. Inside was a large crib, adorned with dust riddled designs and pictures. Blocks littered the ground, it looked as if the room had been suddenly abandoned and sealed off for no apparent reason. Ari walked slowly over to the crib, extremely confused why she had never known about her family owning a crib, or anything else in this room for that matter.
Then it hit her like a brick in the face. Memories came flooding back as she bent down to pick up a block with the letter J on it.
She had not been an only child.
"Jason. . .How did I forget about him!? How the hell did I do that. . ." first she was struck with curiosity, then wonder at how she could forget her own brother, then more self hatred.
It was a suppressed memory for a reason.
Ari heaved a large sigh, her hands involuntarily fondling the block she held in her hands, tracing the letter J over and over again. Her thoughts and memories were unnaturally clear to her as she reminisced.
Ari was young, probably around 6 or 7 years old, she was never good at remembering numbers. For some reason, whether it was jealousy of affection or her natural dislike for children, Ari had gotten rather mad at Jason. Although she generally was all smiles when he was around her, the bubbling cooing ball of youth and innocence, fury and loathing were strong in this memory.
Jason was premature, a month or two, and his immunity system wasn't working very well. Ari knew this, and didn't agree with the medications she saw her parents happily cramming down his throat. Natural selection was how the world should be ruled in her opinion.
One day, she snapped. She let all the anger she had for that poor kid out one day. Placing his favorite toys in a neat arrangement that lead to the stairs, Ari placed his favorite one at the very bottom. Jason sat at the top of the stairs, still unable to speak full words. Unknowingly, he amused himself at the top of the stairs for a while before noticing his prized toy down at the stairs. Like any intelligent kid, he went down backwards, one stair at a time.
Until he slipped.
He suffered from multiple bruises and one too many hits to the head as he lay there next to his favorite toy.
Halfway through his tumbling Ari realized her stupidity, and made an attempt to catch him but it was all too late.
So she turned tail and ran. She left him and ran to her parents. He died on the way to the hospital, foaming and having seizures. All her parents knew was that he had been left unattended and had gotten out of his crib and somehow fallen down the stars, Ari saw him and went for help.
Nothing more.
And to think she was holding his favorite toy.
Too sad to weep, to cry, to even shed a tear, she silently stood up and placed the block down on the ground from where she had gotten it. Stepping back, she murmured, "Genevari my brother. . .Forgive my soul if I have any left."
She turned on her heel and left the door open, it was a secret she would no longer hold. She was a killer, and she was obviously getting good at it.
As she walked through the halls again, a shadow flashed past her into he room. She pursued it, leaping madly after it.
"DAMNIT FACE ME YOU DEMON!"
She snarled as she searched her room, finally giving up and collapsing on the ground. Sighing, she murmured, "I give up." In the moment of silence, a snuffle was heard.
She looked up and reached towards her dresser. Ari's hand shot out and dragged out her stalker by the leg. 1 of 4. Kicking and scrambling, the white-tinted ball of fur hissed and scratched until it realized who was holding him.
"Skitzobunny. . .I can't believe you came back. . .You're supposed to be living wild in my backyard!" she placed a finger to his noise, looking into his crazed blue eyes, the left one having a large black ring around it. He snuffled again, a low sort of sneezing cough and shook his head, his "cripple ear" (it was permanently waved) flopping and twitching.
Ari hugged him again. "I missed you. . ." That rabbit had grown up with her, being 9 years old now. For the first 5 or 6 years of his life he had been deemed a rather girly name, since that's what everyone had thought him to be. . .Until a surprise visit to the vet proved them all wrong. A little while after that he seemed to go crazy, and would often run into walls, run and flip and twist midair, and other peculiar things.
Her cuddly moment was interrupted by sort of annoyed noise. She turned and looked at Zim with mildly innocent eyes. Murmuring softly, more to herself than the alien,
"You surprised him."
Zim scoffed lightly. "I would expect even earth creatures to be able to detect the presence of superiority when they see it. . ."
Ari stood, clutching Skitzobunny to her chest as she did so. "Animals aren't like mankind Zim. . .we are all equal to them. Or at least we used to be. . ." she trailed off.
He did nothing but quirk an eyebrow. "You're saying that THING would see me no different than a HUUUUUMAN?!"
She nodded and shrugged at the same time, while her rabbit wiggled in her arms.
"I am finished her Zim, may we return to your base now?"
Zim nodded and shivered, the sun had definitely set by now, the last rays of sunshine spacing out over the thing layers of clouds.
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Dib was trying to ignore the images of needles and syringes that danced in his head, rubbing a hand sorely over the spot where Jes had so kindly injected him with the formula Tij had given them. Jes too rubbed a spot on her arm, only it had been much harder since Dib;s hands were shaking too much and she was forced to give herself the shot.
Britt wandered over to Dib and sat down in front of him, blinking.
He blinked back, and basically that's all they really did.
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Ok, I am EXTREMEMLY tired, its 2 AM, I need some frickin sleep. SLEEEEP. SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP. Ari is crazy neh? Sorry for the lackage of characters and stuff, I'm makin it up as I go, remember that. I just read some awesome stories too, One by InvaderNak called Dawn of Terror, pretty good if you ask me, except I now look like a poser because I used an idea of killing family members which I didn't know had already been used in a zim fic damnit.SLEEP. DUDE-Now I have 141 friggin reviews!!! YOU GUYS AMAZE ME. I mean, you're bothering to take the time to type words just so it can make me feel better? Or perhaps your just wondering if you'll get a prize if you're the something number reviewer eh? Oooooo secrety. Hehehe I'm not making sense to me anymore.woosh.
The trigger clicked.
The gun was dropped, but the noise it made as it hit the ground was muffled out by the thud of the man's body.
Zim smirked and turned, motioning with an airy wave for Ari to follow him.
Her eyes were completely glassed over, it was hard to see now, but she could just barely make out the still form of her father's body. Something inside of her broke that day, something that to this day really hasn't yet been found, or maybe doesn't exist. Whatever it was, it changed her just a bit. . .Her mind was racing with empty thoughts, her mind nothing but a white void full of static noise.
Her throat stopped functioning as she stood up, she hadn't even shot him while on two feet. . .She had become one of those villains on TV, who killed the innocent and the defenseless. Both of which her father had become.
Her hands ached from gripping the gun so hard, but now her fingers twitched, begging her to stoop down and grab the gun, and place it somewhere where it belonged. . .Except the only place she could think of was to her head.
She thought to herself, "I'm such a wuss. . .I'm a murderer!!!. . .I can't back out now. . .I'M A FILTHY ROTTEN KILLER!. . .Its for Zim, I had to obey. . .COLD HEARTED BITCH!. . ." They, being the voices in her head, rambled on over and over, she found herself walking over to catch up with Zim, the past cannot be undone. And she wasn't going to try and change that.
Her chest hurt as she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. No one would ever be close to her again, ever. She smiled. She couldn't help it, the muscles in her jaw were glued there it seemed, so instead of fight it, she laughed to herself.
Zim quirked a brow towards her and continued her walking. She grinned to herself a little wider this time, running to catch up with the only person who mattered in her life now.
----------------------------------------In the fourth car that day---------- -------------------------------
"FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY TWOOOOO GRAPES IN MY GUT, FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY TWOOOOO, I SWALLOW SOME DOWN, AND MUSH 'EM AROUND, AND THAT MAKES FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY THREEEEEE GRAPES IN MY GUT!" Screeched Umi, rocking his head back and forth to the side as he sang.
Jaz's grip on the steering wheel tightened again, the higher the pitch the tighter she grabbed. Finally, she snapped.
"UMI! DO YOU HAVE TO SING THAT IDIOTIC SONG!? BESIDES, IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN, DOWN! NOT UP! SO IT CAN END BEFORE I AM FORCED TO RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-" The car swerved off the road, as she had been peering at her cousin too long. The two screamed as the car skidded madly on the black asphalt, Jaz frantically lunging for the wheel and trying to correct the metal beast's path.
After a frantic squeedily-spooch racing moment or two, the car was back to driving along the road.
Jaz had narrowed her eyes to the point where they were in danger of disappearing off her face, unless she crashed the car first. Umi grinned cheekily, his tongue sticking out. The girl at the wheel made a fist while the other hand grabbed the wheel. Closing her eyes to perhaps soothe the migraine coming on, she took no notice of the large energy ball forming in her hands. Umi blinked a bit unnerved as Jaz blatantly opened her eyes and kept driving, the ball slowly getting larger.
"Uhm.Jaz?" he peeped quietly, not wanting to have his neck wrung.
She narrowed her annoyed eyes at the road, not looking towards Umi, or the still growing ball of pain in her hand.
"Ehh, Jaz? Prima? Cuz?" he squeaked, edging away from the large ball and pressing himself against seat of the jeep.
No response, she must be really pissed.
He coughed. Nothing from Jaz. The ball spiraling and floating over her hand was now beginning to glow brighter, changing from an orange-ish color to a bright icy blue.
He huffed. "MAHINA!!!"
Jaz twitched and turned her head quickly towards her annoying cousin, and got one quick glimpse of her face before realizing she had been spacing off and forming a ball of death in her hand at the same time.
The human looking girl screamed in surprise and launched the ball of energy behind them, stomping her foot on the pedal. Umi turned around to watch as a small explosion took place behind them, giving the jeep an unexpected burst of speed and enveloping a gas station in flames.
Jaz looked around sheepishly. "Ehh. . .I'm sure no one'll notice. . ." -Looking like this--- ^__^;;
Umi was gaping at her and crossed his arms, scoffing. "And they say I'M crazy."
---------------------------------------------The Way back to Zim's base.some more-----------------------
Ari had been quiet so far, forcing herself to forget the look her father had given her, and also trying to make the voices bickering back and forth in her head shut up.
As Zim marched, she looked around, wondering why these streets were so familiar seeming. . .The answer slowly came to her like sinking into a warm bath, this was her neighborhood.
She sadly glanced at the cracking houses, concrete walls that were being torn down, benches smashed and windows broken, her own house was looking in need of some major repairs. She looked up from the ground from which she gloomily stared at to clear her throat.
"Zim?" she asked, her voice still a bit unsteady and wavering.
He stopped and turned. "What. . .?"
"May I go inside my house for a moment? I can't help but want to. . ." She pleaded innocently, putting her hands behind her back.
Changing his expression to a rather bored yet slightly quizzical face, he shrugged. "Fine, but be quick. Remember what I've said about the gophers!"
Ari let a tiny smile break through the mask of her face and did a flourishing bow, one of which Zim enjoyed every time it was given. She turned and ran up the stone walkway, noticing the front door had been ripped off. Zim looked as if he was about to stay outside and wait, but he too had reminded himself of his threat about the gophers and scurried inside, jumpily holding his gun ready.
She sighed, looking at the peeling blue wallpaper and the empty food containers still waiting to be taken to the dumpster. Something rustled in the next room, causing Ari to jump and peer inside it, nothing but an open window near a tree. A shadow flitted behind her as she shut it.
Running her hands along the wall, she made her way to the room, still a bit unnerved from the shadows that had begun to sneak their ways into her house, sunset was approaching, fast.
She stared longingly at her mothers door, the last place she had seen her for a while. She creaked open the door slowly, layers of actual dust slowly filtering themselves through it into the dark room.
Coughing at the sudden barrage of microscopic dirt floating in the air, she could have sworn as she jerked her head forwards involuntarily due to the coughing a pile of blankets shifted quickly.
Suddenly the room's appearance was no longer warm and inviting, it was cold and desolate. Soon it became nothing more but a reminder of what she had done to her own family. What was worse was the fact that he was not the first.
As she staggered backwards out of the room, she broke into a crazed run, one thought on her mind-get away from the room. She turned her head to look, to check to see if she really was gaining distance away from her parent's abode when she met face first with evidence. Hard wooden evidence.
She fell backwards, nose sorely bleeding. She stared up at the wall in front of her, the end of the hallway. She remembered never liking this hallway for some reason, perhaps it was the odd bluish wallpapering, which she had noticed was beginning to peel downwards. She grabbed a strip in anger and tore it, revealing a dull brown.
Brown?
Ari wiped a nose with a sleeve and curiously grabbed another piece. She had thought that thump was pretty soft for a wall. . .After a few meticulous minutes of peeling and cursing her short fingernails, she had managed to rip off a large portion by luck. A dull brown wooden door was behind it.
"That's odd. . .I remember a door being her before. . .A long time ago though. . .Maybe it was when we we're touring the house, then it got painted over with wallpaper by the time we bought it. . ." she softly muttered to herself, whipping around as a soft scuffle issued behind her. Once again, her eyes met nothing but emptiness. Childhood memories were few, the few details she could remember had been brought to light due to the unfortunate incident with the brain pulsing machine.
Un-strapping her dagger from her ankle, she stabbed into the door, trying to find where it ended and the actual wall began. Soon enough to rotting wall paper, she found a large discolored streak which her dagger plunged through. Pulling it down, she struggled to rip the gargantuan papering away from the secret door. Giving up, she decided she would have to at least cut the bottom papering as well. A minute more of slicing and stabbing of walls and carpet and soon enough she had peeled a good enough amount of it off the door. Clutching the sticky handle due to wallpaper residue, she placed a foot against the wall and pulled for all she was worth. (which at the moment, she reminded herself, wasn't much.)
The door didn't give at all the first try, but around the 3rd and a half try it emitted a large puff of dust that swirled around Ari's loose pant covered ankles. This tiny crevice gave Ari new hope as she tugged harder, wondering how long it would take for her ankle to eventually snap in half from the pressure on her foot.
Finally, as if the door had just given up, it slid backwards with unknown speed into the wall slot.
"Damn sliding doors. . .I never liked them. . ." Ari muttered random thoughts out loud as she dusted herself off, having fallen on her ass.
Standing up, she stared into the small room, it must have been about 7 feet by 7 feet at the largest. Inside was a large crib, adorned with dust riddled designs and pictures. Blocks littered the ground, it looked as if the room had been suddenly abandoned and sealed off for no apparent reason. Ari walked slowly over to the crib, extremely confused why she had never known about her family owning a crib, or anything else in this room for that matter.
Then it hit her like a brick in the face. Memories came flooding back as she bent down to pick up a block with the letter J on it.
She had not been an only child.
"Jason. . .How did I forget about him!? How the hell did I do that. . ." first she was struck with curiosity, then wonder at how she could forget her own brother, then more self hatred.
It was a suppressed memory for a reason.
Ari heaved a large sigh, her hands involuntarily fondling the block she held in her hands, tracing the letter J over and over again. Her thoughts and memories were unnaturally clear to her as she reminisced.
Ari was young, probably around 6 or 7 years old, she was never good at remembering numbers. For some reason, whether it was jealousy of affection or her natural dislike for children, Ari had gotten rather mad at Jason. Although she generally was all smiles when he was around her, the bubbling cooing ball of youth and innocence, fury and loathing were strong in this memory.
Jason was premature, a month or two, and his immunity system wasn't working very well. Ari knew this, and didn't agree with the medications she saw her parents happily cramming down his throat. Natural selection was how the world should be ruled in her opinion.
One day, she snapped. She let all the anger she had for that poor kid out one day. Placing his favorite toys in a neat arrangement that lead to the stairs, Ari placed his favorite one at the very bottom. Jason sat at the top of the stairs, still unable to speak full words. Unknowingly, he amused himself at the top of the stairs for a while before noticing his prized toy down at the stairs. Like any intelligent kid, he went down backwards, one stair at a time.
Until he slipped.
He suffered from multiple bruises and one too many hits to the head as he lay there next to his favorite toy.
Halfway through his tumbling Ari realized her stupidity, and made an attempt to catch him but it was all too late.
So she turned tail and ran. She left him and ran to her parents. He died on the way to the hospital, foaming and having seizures. All her parents knew was that he had been left unattended and had gotten out of his crib and somehow fallen down the stars, Ari saw him and went for help.
Nothing more.
And to think she was holding his favorite toy.
Too sad to weep, to cry, to even shed a tear, she silently stood up and placed the block down on the ground from where she had gotten it. Stepping back, she murmured, "Genevari my brother. . .Forgive my soul if I have any left."
She turned on her heel and left the door open, it was a secret she would no longer hold. She was a killer, and she was obviously getting good at it.
As she walked through the halls again, a shadow flashed past her into he room. She pursued it, leaping madly after it.
"DAMNIT FACE ME YOU DEMON!"
She snarled as she searched her room, finally giving up and collapsing on the ground. Sighing, she murmured, "I give up." In the moment of silence, a snuffle was heard.
She looked up and reached towards her dresser. Ari's hand shot out and dragged out her stalker by the leg. 1 of 4. Kicking and scrambling, the white-tinted ball of fur hissed and scratched until it realized who was holding him.
"Skitzobunny. . .I can't believe you came back. . .You're supposed to be living wild in my backyard!" she placed a finger to his noise, looking into his crazed blue eyes, the left one having a large black ring around it. He snuffled again, a low sort of sneezing cough and shook his head, his "cripple ear" (it was permanently waved) flopping and twitching.
Ari hugged him again. "I missed you. . ." That rabbit had grown up with her, being 9 years old now. For the first 5 or 6 years of his life he had been deemed a rather girly name, since that's what everyone had thought him to be. . .Until a surprise visit to the vet proved them all wrong. A little while after that he seemed to go crazy, and would often run into walls, run and flip and twist midair, and other peculiar things.
Her cuddly moment was interrupted by sort of annoyed noise. She turned and looked at Zim with mildly innocent eyes. Murmuring softly, more to herself than the alien,
"You surprised him."
Zim scoffed lightly. "I would expect even earth creatures to be able to detect the presence of superiority when they see it. . ."
Ari stood, clutching Skitzobunny to her chest as she did so. "Animals aren't like mankind Zim. . .we are all equal to them. Or at least we used to be. . ." she trailed off.
He did nothing but quirk an eyebrow. "You're saying that THING would see me no different than a HUUUUUMAN?!"
She nodded and shrugged at the same time, while her rabbit wiggled in her arms.
"I am finished her Zim, may we return to your base now?"
Zim nodded and shivered, the sun had definitely set by now, the last rays of sunshine spacing out over the thing layers of clouds.
---------------------------------And to finish it off----------------------- -----------------------
Dib was trying to ignore the images of needles and syringes that danced in his head, rubbing a hand sorely over the spot where Jes had so kindly injected him with the formula Tij had given them. Jes too rubbed a spot on her arm, only it had been much harder since Dib;s hands were shaking too much and she was forced to give herself the shot.
Britt wandered over to Dib and sat down in front of him, blinking.
He blinked back, and basically that's all they really did.
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Ok, I am EXTREMEMLY tired, its 2 AM, I need some frickin sleep. SLEEEEP. SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP. Ari is crazy neh? Sorry for the lackage of characters and stuff, I'm makin it up as I go, remember that. I just read some awesome stories too, One by InvaderNak called Dawn of Terror, pretty good if you ask me, except I now look like a poser because I used an idea of killing family members which I didn't know had already been used in a zim fic damnit.SLEEP. DUDE-Now I have 141 friggin reviews!!! YOU GUYS AMAZE ME. I mean, you're bothering to take the time to type words just so it can make me feel better? Or perhaps your just wondering if you'll get a prize if you're the something number reviewer eh? Oooooo secrety. Hehehe I'm not making sense to me anymore.woosh.