What to do?
I respectfully say that I don't respectively own Jthm, or Invader Zim, they all respectively belong to the to-be-respected Johnen Vasquez's, with respective respect. I am alive, just busy, as soon as school starts this will all be easier.
Dib was standing right outside the hospital. He should go back and help Gaz, but for some reason, that option just didn't seem appealing. He wondered if Gaz was still alive. That guy had inflicted pain on Gaz, which was a first for anyone. That meant that he was no beginner to this murder thing.
Dib weighed his options. If he left now, he would have a great chance of staying alive, and never having to deal with that psycho again. However, Gaz might not come back, and the insane man could hunt Dib down. On the other hand, if he went to help Gaz, then Gaz would have a better chance to survive, and they might be able to kill the guy. But if Gaz was already dead then he would be killed too. Dib knew Gaz could handle herself, but that didn't change the fact that Dib was her older brother. He sighed. Maybe he should go wait near the door, and listen in, and if it looked like Gaz needed help he would be there.
He walked back into the building. This was going to be one of those days you tell you're grand kids about, only you make yourself out to be more of the hero.
Johnny had stopped flailing the knife around, it just wasn't working. She was much smarter than she looked. He took a breath in to try and calm himself down. It wasn't working. She was smirking at him, like she was some high and mighty goddess, and he was just some idiot she was about to smite. As hard as he tried he couldn't keep himself from quaking with anger. She knew it, and she knew she had the advantage. Johnny had underestimated her.
Johnny needed to do something, but what? He couldn't attack her; it would be a repeat of what just happened. He had to get out of there. There was nothing else to do. He turned and ran for the door like a bat out of hell. He would kill Gaz, but not now, he had to find away to get her at the disadvantage.
Gaz laughed as she watched 'kneecap' sprint across the parking lot to his car. Gaz knew that he wasn't going to take the defeat sitting down, he'd come for her again. Only the next time he'd be prepared. Her twisted grim of triumph quickly became a scowl, she needed to get to him, before he got to her.
The door hinges squeaked, indicating someone had entered. She knew it was Dib.
"He's gone?" he implored quietly.
"Not for long." She said, and waited for him to depart.
"Gaz-"
"Take me home, or suffer my wrath."
Zim growled, stupid human female. Stupid human psycho. He was wounded; they would take weeks to heal. He should have left Gaz to die. He tried to remember why he went back, but it was a fuzzy area. He growled in frustration. He pictured himself bashing GIR's head again the wall until it shattered into tiny piece, and like magic he felt incredibly better.
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I respectfully say that I don't respectively own Jthm, or Invader Zim, they all respectively belong to the to-be-respected Johnen Vasquez's, with respective respect. I am alive, just busy, as soon as school starts this will all be easier.
Dib was standing right outside the hospital. He should go back and help Gaz, but for some reason, that option just didn't seem appealing. He wondered if Gaz was still alive. That guy had inflicted pain on Gaz, which was a first for anyone. That meant that he was no beginner to this murder thing.
Dib weighed his options. If he left now, he would have a great chance of staying alive, and never having to deal with that psycho again. However, Gaz might not come back, and the insane man could hunt Dib down. On the other hand, if he went to help Gaz, then Gaz would have a better chance to survive, and they might be able to kill the guy. But if Gaz was already dead then he would be killed too. Dib knew Gaz could handle herself, but that didn't change the fact that Dib was her older brother. He sighed. Maybe he should go wait near the door, and listen in, and if it looked like Gaz needed help he would be there.
He walked back into the building. This was going to be one of those days you tell you're grand kids about, only you make yourself out to be more of the hero.
Johnny had stopped flailing the knife around, it just wasn't working. She was much smarter than she looked. He took a breath in to try and calm himself down. It wasn't working. She was smirking at him, like she was some high and mighty goddess, and he was just some idiot she was about to smite. As hard as he tried he couldn't keep himself from quaking with anger. She knew it, and she knew she had the advantage. Johnny had underestimated her.
Johnny needed to do something, but what? He couldn't attack her; it would be a repeat of what just happened. He had to get out of there. There was nothing else to do. He turned and ran for the door like a bat out of hell. He would kill Gaz, but not now, he had to find away to get her at the disadvantage.
Gaz laughed as she watched 'kneecap' sprint across the parking lot to his car. Gaz knew that he wasn't going to take the defeat sitting down, he'd come for her again. Only the next time he'd be prepared. Her twisted grim of triumph quickly became a scowl, she needed to get to him, before he got to her.
The door hinges squeaked, indicating someone had entered. She knew it was Dib.
"He's gone?" he implored quietly.
"Not for long." She said, and waited for him to depart.
"Gaz-"
"Take me home, or suffer my wrath."
Zim growled, stupid human female. Stupid human psycho. He was wounded; they would take weeks to heal. He should have left Gaz to die. He tried to remember why he went back, but it was a fuzzy area. He growled in frustration. He pictured himself bashing GIR's head again the wall until it shattered into tiny piece, and like magic he felt incredibly better.
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