Help From an Unlikely Hero
Ok people looking back at what I've done, I came to realize something. I'm a sadistic, unjust author. I write short chapters and leave with cliffys, then I update unpatriotically, so you can only hope I update soon. I'm going to try to fix that. I'll try making the chapters longer, it'll have to be a gradual thing, I'm not used to writing for long periods of time. I'll also try to update this fic every other day, so I can still work on my other fic, which will have the next chapter up tomorrow if anyone cares. Well that about covers it... Oh yeah and I still don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's work if you haven't figured that out. Don't forget to review!
Gaz eyes snapped down to the tip of the knife gleaming with her blood coming out of her stomach.
"Oh, fuck," was all she could rasp out. She looked around, Zim was gone. She grimly realized this was the longest she'd gone without closing her eyes for over a second. She heard a cruel cackle behind her.
Johnny had to hand it to Gaz; the only other person who had managed to fight back at him was Devi. Although, he suspected that Devi had succeeded by using more adrenaline than Gaz had. That and he rammed a knife through Gaz's foot, something he hadn't done to Devi.
He pushed her to the ground, as she fell he slid the knife out of her body. She grunted as she hit the ground. He sneered, nothing more than another pathetic human. When he had met her at the 24/7 the other day she had intrigued him. But now as she lie there writhing in pain, he saw she wasn't worth as much thought as he had hoped.
"That's weak. Sneaking up on a person when their guard is down." She gasped out. He bared his teeth, even though she couldn't see him, as her face was to the ground.
"And you're nothing more than a person, another bad memory. You're not worth devoting thought to, not worth taking into consideration; you're just another pain-in-the-ass." He growled out. She began mumbling.
"What was that?" He asked harshly.
"I said, 'and you're not worth that much either, you're just another guy, only you're incredibly arrogant.'" His eyes were on the back of her head, he let off a laugh.
"Where's the logic," he asked.
"You think you're some kind of god-like being who thinks he has the right to judge people, who gets to decide who has the right to live, and who doesn't. You're just another arrogant prick, except you have a knife." Her voice grew quieter, and labored. He growled, and grabbed her hair. He forced her up, and slammed her into the wall. He pushed the side of his knife to her back, cutting into her. He heard the blood spatter on the floor. He then moved it several inches taking out a chunk of skin. She went silent. He assumed she had passed out, and let her drop to the floor. Her dress had been cut open exposing her back. He kneeled down next to her, and examined where he had taken the chunk out of. He grinned maliciously. He rolled her over on her back, and studied her for a moment, taking in all of her features.
Gaz had shut her eyes again, no point in keeping them open. When he had taken out a chunk of her back she hadn't flinched. The only person that Gaz would allow to make her scream was Gaz. He obviously thought she had passed out. He had dropped her to the floor. She nearly flinched when he rolled her over, and her back hit the ground. She could practically feel the dust settling in her wound. She had expected him to start dismembering her, but he wasn't moving. She took the opportunity. She punched him as hard as she could in the stomach taking him by surprise. She heard the knife clang on the floor. She reached for it, but Johnny's foot descended on her hand, crushing it. She heard a loud blast, and insane laughter that could only be Zim's. She could only hope he wasn't being an idiot her eyes felt funny from keeping the open like she had, so she decided against opening her eyes to see what Zim was doing. Gaz started feeling really light headed, and weak, and tired, and unconscious.
Review! I'll be making each chapter longer than the previous from no on.
Ok people looking back at what I've done, I came to realize something. I'm a sadistic, unjust author. I write short chapters and leave with cliffys, then I update unpatriotically, so you can only hope I update soon. I'm going to try to fix that. I'll try making the chapters longer, it'll have to be a gradual thing, I'm not used to writing for long periods of time. I'll also try to update this fic every other day, so I can still work on my other fic, which will have the next chapter up tomorrow if anyone cares. Well that about covers it... Oh yeah and I still don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's work if you haven't figured that out. Don't forget to review!
Gaz eyes snapped down to the tip of the knife gleaming with her blood coming out of her stomach.
"Oh, fuck," was all she could rasp out. She looked around, Zim was gone. She grimly realized this was the longest she'd gone without closing her eyes for over a second. She heard a cruel cackle behind her.
Johnny had to hand it to Gaz; the only other person who had managed to fight back at him was Devi. Although, he suspected that Devi had succeeded by using more adrenaline than Gaz had. That and he rammed a knife through Gaz's foot, something he hadn't done to Devi.
He pushed her to the ground, as she fell he slid the knife out of her body. She grunted as she hit the ground. He sneered, nothing more than another pathetic human. When he had met her at the 24/7 the other day she had intrigued him. But now as she lie there writhing in pain, he saw she wasn't worth as much thought as he had hoped.
"That's weak. Sneaking up on a person when their guard is down." She gasped out. He bared his teeth, even though she couldn't see him, as her face was to the ground.
"And you're nothing more than a person, another bad memory. You're not worth devoting thought to, not worth taking into consideration; you're just another pain-in-the-ass." He growled out. She began mumbling.
"What was that?" He asked harshly.
"I said, 'and you're not worth that much either, you're just another guy, only you're incredibly arrogant.'" His eyes were on the back of her head, he let off a laugh.
"Where's the logic," he asked.
"You think you're some kind of god-like being who thinks he has the right to judge people, who gets to decide who has the right to live, and who doesn't. You're just another arrogant prick, except you have a knife." Her voice grew quieter, and labored. He growled, and grabbed her hair. He forced her up, and slammed her into the wall. He pushed the side of his knife to her back, cutting into her. He heard the blood spatter on the floor. He then moved it several inches taking out a chunk of skin. She went silent. He assumed she had passed out, and let her drop to the floor. Her dress had been cut open exposing her back. He kneeled down next to her, and examined where he had taken the chunk out of. He grinned maliciously. He rolled her over on her back, and studied her for a moment, taking in all of her features.
Gaz had shut her eyes again, no point in keeping them open. When he had taken out a chunk of her back she hadn't flinched. The only person that Gaz would allow to make her scream was Gaz. He obviously thought she had passed out. He had dropped her to the floor. She nearly flinched when he rolled her over, and her back hit the ground. She could practically feel the dust settling in her wound. She had expected him to start dismembering her, but he wasn't moving. She took the opportunity. She punched him as hard as she could in the stomach taking him by surprise. She heard the knife clang on the floor. She reached for it, but Johnny's foot descended on her hand, crushing it. She heard a loud blast, and insane laughter that could only be Zim's. She could only hope he wasn't being an idiot her eyes felt funny from keeping the open like she had, so she decided against opening her eyes to see what Zim was doing. Gaz started feeling really light headed, and weak, and tired, and unconscious.
Review! I'll be making each chapter longer than the previous from no on.