Hi! I got more reviews . . . thanx! Oh, and I realized AFTER I had posted
Chapter 2 that I have more than 7 reviews . . . to everyone else that
reviewed, sorry.
Silent Knight, in response to your review: Oh my God! I didn't know that I was using "mortgage" instead of "mortuary!" I am sooooooo stupid! But, everyone knows what I meant, right? Good. And if I do something like that again, feel free to bop me over the head, 'kay?
Here's a little note: If you don't like excessive violence, don't read this chapter. Or any following ones. You have mass killing from this chapter on, though this chapter is the most graphic.
BTW, I found a site that sells the FULL COLLECTION of IZ shows on DVD. Unfortunately, they're selling it illegally. But, if there are people that don't mind, go order 'em at www.tooncollection.com ! Or maybe it was toonfavorites . . .
And now . . . Chapter 3!
~*~
Chapter 3: Wacky
Day after day, Dib trudged through the winding hallways of school, being generally picked on, beat up, and publicly humiliated for no reason. All the kids actually believed that he had given up his obsession with the paranormal, so they no longer called him "crazy" for that reason. But, they found others.
Dib didn't think he could take any more.
2 Weeks Later . . .
"Hi Gollum!" a kid called after Dib. Dib doubted the boy even knew his name. "Jus' go away," Dib muttered. He had stopped fighting against the skoolkids' insults, but mentally put the whole skool on his waiting list for "correction." Dib still wondered if he could ever actually find a way to stop pain. He had thought of one way, though. Instead of stopping pain- starters' ways, just stop them period. He still had Zim's knife in his pocket.
Dib was in the hallway just outside his classroom, going to lunch. Not that he ate. He was just following rules.
As Dib entered the cafeteria, all the other kids stopped eating and stared at him, then started giggling. "What?" Dib asked, and got no response. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat???"
He glanced at the windows, and saw a banner covered half of them with his face on it that said "DIB IS WACKY DAY! Show our loony friend how much we 'appreciate' him by making sure he knows he's off his rocker!"
All of the students in the cafeteria turned to Dib and said, "YOU'RE WACKY!"
Dib stared at them, annoyed and a little hurt. But, he just went to the food line and ignored them. Unfortunately, when he got to his seat it started again.
"Wacky!" Torq (did I spell his name right?) said, pushing Dib's head down into his meal. Worst of all, it was beef and pistachio ice cream day. Dib got up and wiped is face off, acting like nothing had happened.
"Hey!" Torq yelled. "Did you hear what I said? Huh?" Torq dunked Dib's head again, to great laughter.
"Yes, I heard what you said very well," Dib said, trying to keep his cool. Torq laughed.
"Isn't he wacky?!" Torq said. The cafeteria screamed "yes". "Well, tell him so!"
Dib could only sit and listen as the students insulted him.
"You're so wacky."
"You're totally wacky, Dib."
"Dib, you're wacky."
"You're wacky."
"You're wacky."
"Wacky."
"Wacky."
"WACKY!"
Dib couldn't take it any more. He stood up with his spork clutched tightly in his hand, and scream, "Don't call me wacky!" The students laughed.
"Why shouldn't they, Dib? After all, you are sooooooo . . ."
"Don't call me that," Dib whispered through his teeth, turning to face Torq.
" . . . Wacky."
Dib drove the spork into Torq's eyeball. He fell over and started to scream in pain as Dib dragged the spork around, stirring up his eye. Unfortunately, the spork broke. But Dib still had the Knife. The one that had killed Zim. The knife would taste blood once more. Dib brought the knife down swiftly and decapitated Torq.
He stood up slowly. Killing was the only way to stop pain. So, Dib would kill. He turned to the silenced cafeteria. "None of you will ever be calling me wacky again," Dib said. Then he killed.
He killed them all. He wanted them dead, wanted them dead, wanted them dead. Dead, dead, dead. So, Dib killed them all. The knife sliced easily, gracefully, and as Dib worked on the panicky kids, his carefully crafted hair fell down, so that all his hair was limp except for the scythe. Blood covered Dib. He was a killer, a murderer, someone who hurt.
And Dib liked it.
~*~
Dib was finally done. None had escaped.
He heard alarms approaching the skool. Time for Dib to make his exit.
He ran to the nearest door, and opened it to see his Dad.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Dib asked.
"I heard someone was killing here, and so I was called to investigate!"
Professor Membrane looked at the cafeteria full of people. Dead people. Membrane gasped.
"Dib J. Carler, WHAT on EARTH HAPPENED here!??!?!" he screamed.
Dib looked up at his dad. Dib was the name of a paranormal freak. He wasn't one anymore. "My name isn't Dib, Dad."
"Well, what on Earth IS it?"
"I'm going by my middle name. My name is Johnny C."
"Oh, fine," Professor Membrane said. "So, what happened here, Johnny C.?"
Dib froze up. He couldn't tell his dad that it had been him who had killed all the people. Dib wracked his brain for something weird to say. "It . . . was a yeti!" Dib said, knowing his dad would think he was crazy.
Sure enough, Membrane cocked his eyebrows in fake interest. "A . . . yeti?"
"Yeah!" Dib said enthusiastically. "He didn't get me 'cause I had a . . . a spork with me! I drove it through his heart, and he died 'cause he's allergic to plastic."
Membrane stared at Dib. "My poor son. You're in shock because of what you witnessed. We'll get you to a hospital."
"'Kay," Dib said, glad that that was over with. He walked out the door just as some paramedics were rushing in to see of any of the students could be saved. They couldn't. Dib had made sure of that.
~*~
So, how do you like? It's the third chapter, and the shortest, and just so ya know, next chapter will be what happened before all this, on the day Zim learned the Truth. It's a prologue to the rest of the story, and I just thought I would add it because. So! Review review review.
Silent Knight, in response to your review: Oh my God! I didn't know that I was using "mortgage" instead of "mortuary!" I am sooooooo stupid! But, everyone knows what I meant, right? Good. And if I do something like that again, feel free to bop me over the head, 'kay?
Here's a little note: If you don't like excessive violence, don't read this chapter. Or any following ones. You have mass killing from this chapter on, though this chapter is the most graphic.
BTW, I found a site that sells the FULL COLLECTION of IZ shows on DVD. Unfortunately, they're selling it illegally. But, if there are people that don't mind, go order 'em at www.tooncollection.com ! Or maybe it was toonfavorites . . .
And now . . . Chapter 3!
~*~
Chapter 3: Wacky
Day after day, Dib trudged through the winding hallways of school, being generally picked on, beat up, and publicly humiliated for no reason. All the kids actually believed that he had given up his obsession with the paranormal, so they no longer called him "crazy" for that reason. But, they found others.
Dib didn't think he could take any more.
2 Weeks Later . . .
"Hi Gollum!" a kid called after Dib. Dib doubted the boy even knew his name. "Jus' go away," Dib muttered. He had stopped fighting against the skoolkids' insults, but mentally put the whole skool on his waiting list for "correction." Dib still wondered if he could ever actually find a way to stop pain. He had thought of one way, though. Instead of stopping pain- starters' ways, just stop them period. He still had Zim's knife in his pocket.
Dib was in the hallway just outside his classroom, going to lunch. Not that he ate. He was just following rules.
As Dib entered the cafeteria, all the other kids stopped eating and stared at him, then started giggling. "What?" Dib asked, and got no response. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat???"
He glanced at the windows, and saw a banner covered half of them with his face on it that said "DIB IS WACKY DAY! Show our loony friend how much we 'appreciate' him by making sure he knows he's off his rocker!"
All of the students in the cafeteria turned to Dib and said, "YOU'RE WACKY!"
Dib stared at them, annoyed and a little hurt. But, he just went to the food line and ignored them. Unfortunately, when he got to his seat it started again.
"Wacky!" Torq (did I spell his name right?) said, pushing Dib's head down into his meal. Worst of all, it was beef and pistachio ice cream day. Dib got up and wiped is face off, acting like nothing had happened.
"Hey!" Torq yelled. "Did you hear what I said? Huh?" Torq dunked Dib's head again, to great laughter.
"Yes, I heard what you said very well," Dib said, trying to keep his cool. Torq laughed.
"Isn't he wacky?!" Torq said. The cafeteria screamed "yes". "Well, tell him so!"
Dib could only sit and listen as the students insulted him.
"You're so wacky."
"You're totally wacky, Dib."
"Dib, you're wacky."
"You're wacky."
"You're wacky."
"Wacky."
"Wacky."
"WACKY!"
Dib couldn't take it any more. He stood up with his spork clutched tightly in his hand, and scream, "Don't call me wacky!" The students laughed.
"Why shouldn't they, Dib? After all, you are sooooooo . . ."
"Don't call me that," Dib whispered through his teeth, turning to face Torq.
" . . . Wacky."
Dib drove the spork into Torq's eyeball. He fell over and started to scream in pain as Dib dragged the spork around, stirring up his eye. Unfortunately, the spork broke. But Dib still had the Knife. The one that had killed Zim. The knife would taste blood once more. Dib brought the knife down swiftly and decapitated Torq.
He stood up slowly. Killing was the only way to stop pain. So, Dib would kill. He turned to the silenced cafeteria. "None of you will ever be calling me wacky again," Dib said. Then he killed.
He killed them all. He wanted them dead, wanted them dead, wanted them dead. Dead, dead, dead. So, Dib killed them all. The knife sliced easily, gracefully, and as Dib worked on the panicky kids, his carefully crafted hair fell down, so that all his hair was limp except for the scythe. Blood covered Dib. He was a killer, a murderer, someone who hurt.
And Dib liked it.
~*~
Dib was finally done. None had escaped.
He heard alarms approaching the skool. Time for Dib to make his exit.
He ran to the nearest door, and opened it to see his Dad.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Dib asked.
"I heard someone was killing here, and so I was called to investigate!"
Professor Membrane looked at the cafeteria full of people. Dead people. Membrane gasped.
"Dib J. Carler, WHAT on EARTH HAPPENED here!??!?!" he screamed.
Dib looked up at his dad. Dib was the name of a paranormal freak. He wasn't one anymore. "My name isn't Dib, Dad."
"Well, what on Earth IS it?"
"I'm going by my middle name. My name is Johnny C."
"Oh, fine," Professor Membrane said. "So, what happened here, Johnny C.?"
Dib froze up. He couldn't tell his dad that it had been him who had killed all the people. Dib wracked his brain for something weird to say. "It . . . was a yeti!" Dib said, knowing his dad would think he was crazy.
Sure enough, Membrane cocked his eyebrows in fake interest. "A . . . yeti?"
"Yeah!" Dib said enthusiastically. "He didn't get me 'cause I had a . . . a spork with me! I drove it through his heart, and he died 'cause he's allergic to plastic."
Membrane stared at Dib. "My poor son. You're in shock because of what you witnessed. We'll get you to a hospital."
"'Kay," Dib said, glad that that was over with. He walked out the door just as some paramedics were rushing in to see of any of the students could be saved. They couldn't. Dib had made sure of that.
~*~
So, how do you like? It's the third chapter, and the shortest, and just so ya know, next chapter will be what happened before all this, on the day Zim learned the Truth. It's a prologue to the rest of the story, and I just thought I would add it because. So! Review review review.
