Hello everybody! This is a new story thing that I wrote... Yes... My friend Sam helped me... Well, Sorta... Um, ok... I don't know what else to say... Eh... *twitchy eye*
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All that stuff belongs to Jhonen. Hey... I asked if I could have Gaz... He said no... She is so awesome... Heh. Ok, there, legal stuff said. HERE ME OUT JHONEN! You cannot sue me!!! You can go and joyously throw mooses at random beggars on the street corners now! Heh heh... I'm very funny...
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The Traitor
By GothicAngel
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Dib ducked just seconds before a glass vase shattered on the wall inches above his head. He quickly dodged a lamp that was violently tossed at him, and then jumped behind the couch; hoping for at least a little cover.
"I swear I didn't do it!" He shrieked as a coffee mug flew by; barely missing his face. He glanced over his shoulder to see the mug hit the wall and smashed into a million pieces. In just the few seconds that he was distracted, a very angry Gaz jumped over the couch and pinned him to the wall by his neck.
"But I.... I didn't do anything!" He managed to choke out.
"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" Gaz shouted at her brother at the top of her lungs, "ALL I DID WAS LEAVE TO GO TO THE MALL FOR NOT EVEN AN HOUR! AND I COME HOME, AND WHAT DO I FIND?! MY ROOM COMPLETELY TRASHED!" She tightened her grip around Dib's throat.
Dib made choking noises and brought his hands up to his neck to try to pry Gaz's hands away. It only made her increase her grasp. She then pulled Dib away from the wall and, still holding him by the neck, made her way upstairs. She reached her room and threw the door open. Then she thrust Dib into the bedroom, making him run into the bed and fall over backwards.
"DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU DIDN'T DO THIS!" She yelled; her eyes flamed as she took a step towards Dib, who had fallen onto the other side of the bed. She pushed a lamp off its nightstand as she continued moving towards her brother. It flew to the ground and shattered.
"NOBODY ELSE COULD HAVE DONE THIS DIB! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE IN THE HOUSE WHEN I LEFT! AND DAD IS IN THE LAB IN TOWN!"
Dib sat up and looked around his sister's room. It was a disaster. It looked as though somebody had come in with a bulldozer and was tearing it down to make room for something else. Her collection of GameSlave games was strewn about on the floor; some were even broken. Her dresser drawers had been torn out, leaving a trail of clothes scattered all over the room. Her curtains had been ripped and torn down, a mirror was broken, and her 'Punk' and 'Gothic' posters had been ripped down and scribbled on with permanent marker along with her band posters. Also, some of her wallpaper and carpet had been torn off and red paint was splashed here and there.
Dib tried once again to tell Gaz that he had nothing to do with it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gaz came over and punched him in the stomach. When he bent down to clutch his stomach, she brought her knee up and hit him hard in the nose. Now holding his stomach and his now-bleeding nose, Dib stumbled backwards.
Gaz took off after him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She then took him and forcefully threw him against the wall once, twice, three times.
"I... didn't... do this," Dib stated weakly as he spat out some blood that had made its way down to his mouth.
Instead of saying anything, Gaz just rammed him once more into the wall. His legs collapsed slightly beneath him. After she was sure he was too weak to put up any kind of fight, she dragged him over by the window. Lifting him off the ground just enough so that she could look into his eyes, she whispered loudly and threateningly to his face, "Never come back here. Or you won't live to see the sun rise ever again." With that, Gaz took the half-unconscious Dib, and threw him through the glass, and out the window.
Dib knew he was falling, it seemed as though his body wouldn't respond. 'Wake up!' He silently told himself, "Wake up or I'm going to get hurt even worse!' It seemed to work, because he switched his body around quick enough so that he wouldn't hit the ground with his face. He landed on the ground with a heavy THUD. Pain shot up from his ankles, but he stayed still for a moment or two. Then when he felt it was safe to move, he slowly glanced back up at the window.
Gaz was gone, and one of the remaining curtains blew silently in the gentle breeze. Broken glass surrounded him, as he lay there on the ground.
Dib slowly moved his limbs to make sure everything was ok. It seemed as though nothing was broken. Perhaps he was lucky; it could have been worse. Everything seemed ok; maybe a sprained ankle, and not-to-mention numerous cuts and bruises. He leisurely inspected his arms, legs, and face for wounds, wincing as he pulled a sharp piece of glass out of his cheek.
He reached up, and with the back of his hand, wiped the blood away from his cheek and nose, and then wiped his hand on the dew-soaked grass.
After inspecting himself further, Dib stood up slowly. He brushed off his coat, and wiped away some more blood from his face as he started hobbling away from the house.
Over the years, unlike most people, Dib's appearance had changed quite a bit. He was now 16, 17 in 4 months. The scythe that used to sweep back over his head was now longer, and hung down in his face. He was also about 6'3" tall; which is a big change from the 4 foot something that he was back in grade skool. His blue tee-shirt was gone, and he now wore one that was plain black, and tight. There were also some things about him that had stayed the same. He still wore a trench coat, and also he still wore his black boots around. Black seemed to fit Dib pretty well.
'Who could have done that to Gaz's room?' He silently thought to himself as he started walking towards the city park. 'I know it wasn't me. And if nobody else was in the house...'
Suddenly, Dib stopped as realization hit him.
"Zim," He said aloud as he shook his fist menacingly in the air.
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Well, that be it for now.... I need to think up some more stuffs. Yep. Review please! Thankies! Buh bye now! *waves*
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All that stuff belongs to Jhonen. Hey... I asked if I could have Gaz... He said no... She is so awesome... Heh. Ok, there, legal stuff said. HERE ME OUT JHONEN! You cannot sue me!!! You can go and joyously throw mooses at random beggars on the street corners now! Heh heh... I'm very funny...
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The Traitor
By GothicAngel
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Dib ducked just seconds before a glass vase shattered on the wall inches above his head. He quickly dodged a lamp that was violently tossed at him, and then jumped behind the couch; hoping for at least a little cover.
"I swear I didn't do it!" He shrieked as a coffee mug flew by; barely missing his face. He glanced over his shoulder to see the mug hit the wall and smashed into a million pieces. In just the few seconds that he was distracted, a very angry Gaz jumped over the couch and pinned him to the wall by his neck.
"But I.... I didn't do anything!" He managed to choke out.
"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" Gaz shouted at her brother at the top of her lungs, "ALL I DID WAS LEAVE TO GO TO THE MALL FOR NOT EVEN AN HOUR! AND I COME HOME, AND WHAT DO I FIND?! MY ROOM COMPLETELY TRASHED!" She tightened her grip around Dib's throat.
Dib made choking noises and brought his hands up to his neck to try to pry Gaz's hands away. It only made her increase her grasp. She then pulled Dib away from the wall and, still holding him by the neck, made her way upstairs. She reached her room and threw the door open. Then she thrust Dib into the bedroom, making him run into the bed and fall over backwards.
"DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU DIDN'T DO THIS!" She yelled; her eyes flamed as she took a step towards Dib, who had fallen onto the other side of the bed. She pushed a lamp off its nightstand as she continued moving towards her brother. It flew to the ground and shattered.
"NOBODY ELSE COULD HAVE DONE THIS DIB! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE IN THE HOUSE WHEN I LEFT! AND DAD IS IN THE LAB IN TOWN!"
Dib sat up and looked around his sister's room. It was a disaster. It looked as though somebody had come in with a bulldozer and was tearing it down to make room for something else. Her collection of GameSlave games was strewn about on the floor; some were even broken. Her dresser drawers had been torn out, leaving a trail of clothes scattered all over the room. Her curtains had been ripped and torn down, a mirror was broken, and her 'Punk' and 'Gothic' posters had been ripped down and scribbled on with permanent marker along with her band posters. Also, some of her wallpaper and carpet had been torn off and red paint was splashed here and there.
Dib tried once again to tell Gaz that he had nothing to do with it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gaz came over and punched him in the stomach. When he bent down to clutch his stomach, she brought her knee up and hit him hard in the nose. Now holding his stomach and his now-bleeding nose, Dib stumbled backwards.
Gaz took off after him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She then took him and forcefully threw him against the wall once, twice, three times.
"I... didn't... do this," Dib stated weakly as he spat out some blood that had made its way down to his mouth.
Instead of saying anything, Gaz just rammed him once more into the wall. His legs collapsed slightly beneath him. After she was sure he was too weak to put up any kind of fight, she dragged him over by the window. Lifting him off the ground just enough so that she could look into his eyes, she whispered loudly and threateningly to his face, "Never come back here. Or you won't live to see the sun rise ever again." With that, Gaz took the half-unconscious Dib, and threw him through the glass, and out the window.
Dib knew he was falling, it seemed as though his body wouldn't respond. 'Wake up!' He silently told himself, "Wake up or I'm going to get hurt even worse!' It seemed to work, because he switched his body around quick enough so that he wouldn't hit the ground with his face. He landed on the ground with a heavy THUD. Pain shot up from his ankles, but he stayed still for a moment or two. Then when he felt it was safe to move, he slowly glanced back up at the window.
Gaz was gone, and one of the remaining curtains blew silently in the gentle breeze. Broken glass surrounded him, as he lay there on the ground.
Dib slowly moved his limbs to make sure everything was ok. It seemed as though nothing was broken. Perhaps he was lucky; it could have been worse. Everything seemed ok; maybe a sprained ankle, and not-to-mention numerous cuts and bruises. He leisurely inspected his arms, legs, and face for wounds, wincing as he pulled a sharp piece of glass out of his cheek.
He reached up, and with the back of his hand, wiped the blood away from his cheek and nose, and then wiped his hand on the dew-soaked grass.
After inspecting himself further, Dib stood up slowly. He brushed off his coat, and wiped away some more blood from his face as he started hobbling away from the house.
Over the years, unlike most people, Dib's appearance had changed quite a bit. He was now 16, 17 in 4 months. The scythe that used to sweep back over his head was now longer, and hung down in his face. He was also about 6'3" tall; which is a big change from the 4 foot something that he was back in grade skool. His blue tee-shirt was gone, and he now wore one that was plain black, and tight. There were also some things about him that had stayed the same. He still wore a trench coat, and also he still wore his black boots around. Black seemed to fit Dib pretty well.
'Who could have done that to Gaz's room?' He silently thought to himself as he started walking towards the city park. 'I know it wasn't me. And if nobody else was in the house...'
Suddenly, Dib stopped as realization hit him.
"Zim," He said aloud as he shook his fist menacingly in the air.
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Well, that be it for now.... I need to think up some more stuffs. Yep. Review please! Thankies! Buh bye now! *waves*