Chapter Four Part Three
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Four PM
Welcome to Earth, enjoy your flight?
Inside this shell I lay, waiting and bleeding.
Well, I think I may have stopped bleeding, but I have lost too much.. Mostly from my knees. There is no more pain anymore, just this state of acknowledgement. That I am going to die, floating around the Earth, so close to that rejected pile of filth and yet so far that I will never obtain the one thing I have been blindly obsessing over....
Heh, I lack the ability.. to actually accomplish my one goal...
.... The Earth is.... pretty...swirling...blues and greens.... with Zim....... Zim...
Ugh... if I had anything in my stomach right now I would vomit at my own lack of control over my body and it's ramblings.
I consider what my last options may be. The first one is: Die. What a surprise.
Or, try to stay alive long enough to be dragged.... pretty planet.... Fuck! Long enough to be dragged onto the planet from its gravity...
...I really wish I kept the original engines.....
.....Blues and greens and whites and Zim and zim and zim....
Fuck! Focus.. or die...
And Zim.. won't.. die...
...
Ughhh....
...
Agh!.. No....
I'm barely breathing and my legs feel like mush, I can see what I want but I can't reach it.....
Is there nothing that can propel me? Nothing..? No... there isn't anything that can help me... I'm trapped in a cocoon of metal created by me and it is hopeless....
I stare at the control panel in front of me and it has been dramatically customized to fit my specifications... At the time it suited me, but I did not test it and because of my arrogance, I did not listen to the engineers who knew better. I thought that I was better, superior and because of the way the other Irkens looked at me, they were plotting against me. They were doing nothing but what they were meant to be doing. I changed our proud glorious empire into some carnal vermin ready to pounce on me and my paranoias.
The control panel consists of..... a few screens showing energy input and output, right now reading zero, buttons for adjustments, the two keys for MSA engines and metal plates of where old dials and touch sensitive screens for the old design used to be. I cannot be helped. Out here. I didn't bring any kind of intercom or long distance communicator with me, I thought I would be successful and be back with Zim in tow within a few days. Instead I lie here, on the verge of death and am left with failure. Me. The failure with the scars on her face.
Ruined by Zim...
Zim....
Zim....... zim..... zim.... my face is broken....
They don't think I'm attractive anymore....
My vanity is glass and is broken.... on the floor....
Zimmy... why did you leave me?.... alone... by myself...
....Ah!... alone.. NO!
....Zim...Argh! Stay awake!
.....I missed you Zim.... Agh!
I will... pretty pretty ball....
....sleep.... Zim.....
.....sleep now.....
......with me.....
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Five twenty two PM
Guillotine 1
I ran out of the hospital, the sick, ugly hospital full of old, dying and poor people who are all unfortunate to have to stay in that godawful place, with it's sterile walls and floors and furniture's and memories, oozing out of it's mass, shouting and crying and pouring out at anyone who enters the building. I ran out and away from it, the depressing womb of foul liquid poison, keeping 'safe' all it's inhabitants. It's the reverse of a real mother's womb. I hate it, and I'm running from it, leaving my sister there, unconscious, alone with nobody but the fetid atmosphere and the bastards that fuel the building.
I'm running, with a red tint over everything, making my surroundings look like blood, running so that I can commit one act that will vent my rage. Vent the red within me.
I ran past streets and houses, past alleys and corners, striding past all manners of people, who scream at me and call me names for getting in their way. They can do nothing about what I am going to do. I am in my control, not them, they are the rats in the sewers. looking up at me and squeaking, and I crush them, they are helpless and hopeless and I am in their control, not the other way around. They cannot stop me.
I am going to do the one thing that could help me be calm about myself, about the situation, about why both mine and my sisters' lives are so wrong, and perverted in the eyes of childhood.
Killing Zim is the only thing that could possibly accomplish this.
I will kill that shit, even if it means killing myself in the process.
He must die, by my hand, now and forever. He will regret ever landing on this shitball of a planet that I call home. That bastard taunted me as long as I have known him, because he could do what I could not. He could easily have left, flown away in his ship and forget everything. But no, he stayed and continued to mock me in every way possible.
And so I'm running to find him and put an end to his little shitty life that made me so miserable. Make him realize what a mistake he really is, to me, Earth, even his own politically incorrect species.
He cannot live.
I will make him see this.
...
I have to stop... for a breather. The rank building I left my sister in is on the other side of town, ever since the first one burnt to nothing. I have to let my lungs recuperate, let my heart slow down and let my legs stop straining. And though I wait for my physical limitations to stop whining, my hate and rage still stays with me. It still makes me eyes see red anger, from every person, building and thing. Like a dog's sense of smell, invading their vision of colour. And I know that when I see Zim, standing in his house, with that ugly face of his, he'll be the reddest colour there is. His silhouette will be red, a shape of Zim in red. I'll rip off his outline and shove into his eye sockets. He will bleed. This time he will not heal. ....
And I'm running again.
........
But not for long.
As I run, I see a brilliant white flash in the sky, as something flames down through the atmosphere....
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Five Thirty PM
Guillotine 2
As I warily get off the couch and making sure not to disturb Gir, I walk away, towards the door...
And I see a burning bright white, surround everything outside the windows, and I am forced to close my eyes. Gir jumps up, and even he is blinded, so he falls with a 'clunk'. There is silence.
And then, there isn't. Something....
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Five Thirty three PM
Guillotine 3
.... Crashes to the ground, scraping and rendering the landscape to a small crater. And by my estimate, I guess it landed somewhere near Zim's neighbourhood. Good, as I plan to go there in any case.
I will kill him, and check out whatever the fuck just happened. I'm not that far now, I was running before it landed, I stopped and watched it arch through the sky with an orange glow and everything was silent, until it ungracefully landed, and the cataclysmic noise that followed, gave everyone within a hundred mile radius the distinct, clear image of how it landed and how the land looked when it fell. Or maybe that was just me.
I am running towards it, my body once again screaming at me to stop this physical abuse on such an unfit person. I hate it. It hurts everytime I breathe in and out.
Yet I still run, because I cannot stop now. Curiosity killed the cat, fuck that, death did.
I need to know what was in that thing. I know there are other beings out there, but what kind? More Irkens? I must kill Zim before he gets reinforcement.
Now it's more than a matter of me. I was running because I needed an excuse to help me kick the shit out of something, to take my anger out on someone, anyone. And I chose Zim. Zim, the thorn in my side, will die by my hand.
And I'm still running....
And I start to recognise the streets fully now, The old misspelled 'Skool', various houses and neighbourhoods, that were burned into my brain after hours of sitting and waiting and watching Zim's house for activity... and the cul-de-sac.. And at the end... is Zim and his stupid house...
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Five forty one PM
Guillotine 4
The light in the air disappeared eventually. But worse was to come when the thing that created the blinding light, hit the earth beneath it. I stared as it moved through the sky, down, further and faster, and eventually I realised it was going to hit this neighbourhood.
I could see it clearly coming, so fast, and yet I stood, staring out of the window by the door. Gir did the same.
Then I noticed. Then it came back to me. It seems like weeks ago, but it was only a day or so, when I first received a message saying that I would meet Dee again. And I remembered when I saw the Irken insignia on the slender tube like ship, a ship I could not identify. But it bore the symbol, an so I stood there waiting for it to smash into the ground, for Dee to jump out and with some advanced laser rifle and blast my head into nothing.
But I see something. I look forward, and Dib has just rushed around the corner.
He looks real pissed.
Excuse my Human.
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Five forty nine PM.
Guillotine again.
Dee:
I'm.... alive?
I look up and see a rapidly approaching land mass.
Oh... not for lon-
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Five Fifty PM
Guillotine, ready.
The Speeder crashed through houses on Zim's neighbourhood, past his own house, and smashing into more on the other side, leaving a wake of destructing and mess, along the road and sidewalk and the houses were flung and smashed and raped of their structure, at least. All of this managed to stop the Speeder. If it had been travelling at MSA engine speed, Earth would have a hole through it.
After the noises had died down, Dib and Zim's hearing returned, and all that could be heard was the crying of babies and people and pain of the civilians in their ruined homes. Water splashed and pipes burst; tiles fell from roofs and bricks crumbling to heated dust. The air was polluted with a mist of masonry and brickwork.
A long line of crushed road and homes led to the Speeder. Zim came out of his intact home, while Dib came running at him. Zim did not see, or even realise that Dib was even there, and stood transfixed next to the trench looking trail of evidence that something had landed here. Zim only acknowledged Dib's existence when Dib jumped at Zim, forcing him to the ground.
He punched Zim's head repeatedly, until blood flowed from all facial orifices.
Gir ran to the door, and saw his master being beaten by a human. His memory banks could not retrieve the files of information on this particular one, and following this; he rocketed toward Dib, forcing the tall thin boy off of his master. Zim lay on the crumpled road, bleeding. Dib lay on the crumpled road, after being flung there by a blur of red and metallic grey.
Dee lay in her Speeder.
A small square device on her wrist with a tiny screen wrote out a little agenda, on it the last thing to tick was flashing: Six PM Earth time. Capture Zim and bring back to Irk, to prove my story to them all....... Check, Yes/no?
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Chapter four Part three end.
AN: That was the penultimate chapter. The last one will be out soon, but until then, reflect on what has happened in this installment. I like writing, and I also like reading what people wrote about the things I write. It doesn't matter what you write, as long as it's something. It takes about, what, three minutes? You read it so review.
PS. Yep, it was shorter but this chapter was basically the ending of chapter four. I wanted the last part to be the last chapter. .... Oh, if you look closely and have a taste in music similar to mine you'll notice what music I was listening to when I was writing some parts.
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Necrofuckup.
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Four PM
Welcome to Earth, enjoy your flight?
Inside this shell I lay, waiting and bleeding.
Well, I think I may have stopped bleeding, but I have lost too much.. Mostly from my knees. There is no more pain anymore, just this state of acknowledgement. That I am going to die, floating around the Earth, so close to that rejected pile of filth and yet so far that I will never obtain the one thing I have been blindly obsessing over....
Heh, I lack the ability.. to actually accomplish my one goal...
.... The Earth is.... pretty...swirling...blues and greens.... with Zim....... Zim...
Ugh... if I had anything in my stomach right now I would vomit at my own lack of control over my body and it's ramblings.
I consider what my last options may be. The first one is: Die. What a surprise.
Or, try to stay alive long enough to be dragged.... pretty planet.... Fuck! Long enough to be dragged onto the planet from its gravity...
...I really wish I kept the original engines.....
.....Blues and greens and whites and Zim and zim and zim....
Fuck! Focus.. or die...
And Zim.. won't.. die...
...
Ughhh....
...
Agh!.. No....
I'm barely breathing and my legs feel like mush, I can see what I want but I can't reach it.....
Is there nothing that can propel me? Nothing..? No... there isn't anything that can help me... I'm trapped in a cocoon of metal created by me and it is hopeless....
I stare at the control panel in front of me and it has been dramatically customized to fit my specifications... At the time it suited me, but I did not test it and because of my arrogance, I did not listen to the engineers who knew better. I thought that I was better, superior and because of the way the other Irkens looked at me, they were plotting against me. They were doing nothing but what they were meant to be doing. I changed our proud glorious empire into some carnal vermin ready to pounce on me and my paranoias.
The control panel consists of..... a few screens showing energy input and output, right now reading zero, buttons for adjustments, the two keys for MSA engines and metal plates of where old dials and touch sensitive screens for the old design used to be. I cannot be helped. Out here. I didn't bring any kind of intercom or long distance communicator with me, I thought I would be successful and be back with Zim in tow within a few days. Instead I lie here, on the verge of death and am left with failure. Me. The failure with the scars on her face.
Ruined by Zim...
Zim....
Zim....... zim..... zim.... my face is broken....
They don't think I'm attractive anymore....
My vanity is glass and is broken.... on the floor....
Zimmy... why did you leave me?.... alone... by myself...
....Ah!... alone.. NO!
....Zim...Argh! Stay awake!
.....I missed you Zim.... Agh!
I will... pretty pretty ball....
....sleep.... Zim.....
.....sleep now.....
......with me.....
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Five twenty two PM
Guillotine 1
I ran out of the hospital, the sick, ugly hospital full of old, dying and poor people who are all unfortunate to have to stay in that godawful place, with it's sterile walls and floors and furniture's and memories, oozing out of it's mass, shouting and crying and pouring out at anyone who enters the building. I ran out and away from it, the depressing womb of foul liquid poison, keeping 'safe' all it's inhabitants. It's the reverse of a real mother's womb. I hate it, and I'm running from it, leaving my sister there, unconscious, alone with nobody but the fetid atmosphere and the bastards that fuel the building.
I'm running, with a red tint over everything, making my surroundings look like blood, running so that I can commit one act that will vent my rage. Vent the red within me.
I ran past streets and houses, past alleys and corners, striding past all manners of people, who scream at me and call me names for getting in their way. They can do nothing about what I am going to do. I am in my control, not them, they are the rats in the sewers. looking up at me and squeaking, and I crush them, they are helpless and hopeless and I am in their control, not the other way around. They cannot stop me.
I am going to do the one thing that could help me be calm about myself, about the situation, about why both mine and my sisters' lives are so wrong, and perverted in the eyes of childhood.
Killing Zim is the only thing that could possibly accomplish this.
I will kill that shit, even if it means killing myself in the process.
He must die, by my hand, now and forever. He will regret ever landing on this shitball of a planet that I call home. That bastard taunted me as long as I have known him, because he could do what I could not. He could easily have left, flown away in his ship and forget everything. But no, he stayed and continued to mock me in every way possible.
And so I'm running to find him and put an end to his little shitty life that made me so miserable. Make him realize what a mistake he really is, to me, Earth, even his own politically incorrect species.
He cannot live.
I will make him see this.
...
I have to stop... for a breather. The rank building I left my sister in is on the other side of town, ever since the first one burnt to nothing. I have to let my lungs recuperate, let my heart slow down and let my legs stop straining. And though I wait for my physical limitations to stop whining, my hate and rage still stays with me. It still makes me eyes see red anger, from every person, building and thing. Like a dog's sense of smell, invading their vision of colour. And I know that when I see Zim, standing in his house, with that ugly face of his, he'll be the reddest colour there is. His silhouette will be red, a shape of Zim in red. I'll rip off his outline and shove into his eye sockets. He will bleed. This time he will not heal. ....
And I'm running again.
........
But not for long.
As I run, I see a brilliant white flash in the sky, as something flames down through the atmosphere....
-
Five Thirty PM
Guillotine 2
As I warily get off the couch and making sure not to disturb Gir, I walk away, towards the door...
And I see a burning bright white, surround everything outside the windows, and I am forced to close my eyes. Gir jumps up, and even he is blinded, so he falls with a 'clunk'. There is silence.
And then, there isn't. Something....
-
Five Thirty three PM
Guillotine 3
.... Crashes to the ground, scraping and rendering the landscape to a small crater. And by my estimate, I guess it landed somewhere near Zim's neighbourhood. Good, as I plan to go there in any case.
I will kill him, and check out whatever the fuck just happened. I'm not that far now, I was running before it landed, I stopped and watched it arch through the sky with an orange glow and everything was silent, until it ungracefully landed, and the cataclysmic noise that followed, gave everyone within a hundred mile radius the distinct, clear image of how it landed and how the land looked when it fell. Or maybe that was just me.
I am running towards it, my body once again screaming at me to stop this physical abuse on such an unfit person. I hate it. It hurts everytime I breathe in and out.
Yet I still run, because I cannot stop now. Curiosity killed the cat, fuck that, death did.
I need to know what was in that thing. I know there are other beings out there, but what kind? More Irkens? I must kill Zim before he gets reinforcement.
Now it's more than a matter of me. I was running because I needed an excuse to help me kick the shit out of something, to take my anger out on someone, anyone. And I chose Zim. Zim, the thorn in my side, will die by my hand.
And I'm still running....
And I start to recognise the streets fully now, The old misspelled 'Skool', various houses and neighbourhoods, that were burned into my brain after hours of sitting and waiting and watching Zim's house for activity... and the cul-de-sac.. And at the end... is Zim and his stupid house...
-
Five forty one PM
Guillotine 4
The light in the air disappeared eventually. But worse was to come when the thing that created the blinding light, hit the earth beneath it. I stared as it moved through the sky, down, further and faster, and eventually I realised it was going to hit this neighbourhood.
I could see it clearly coming, so fast, and yet I stood, staring out of the window by the door. Gir did the same.
Then I noticed. Then it came back to me. It seems like weeks ago, but it was only a day or so, when I first received a message saying that I would meet Dee again. And I remembered when I saw the Irken insignia on the slender tube like ship, a ship I could not identify. But it bore the symbol, an so I stood there waiting for it to smash into the ground, for Dee to jump out and with some advanced laser rifle and blast my head into nothing.
But I see something. I look forward, and Dib has just rushed around the corner.
He looks real pissed.
Excuse my Human.
-
Five forty nine PM.
Guillotine again.
Dee:
I'm.... alive?
I look up and see a rapidly approaching land mass.
Oh... not for lon-
-
Five Fifty PM
Guillotine, ready.
The Speeder crashed through houses on Zim's neighbourhood, past his own house, and smashing into more on the other side, leaving a wake of destructing and mess, along the road and sidewalk and the houses were flung and smashed and raped of their structure, at least. All of this managed to stop the Speeder. If it had been travelling at MSA engine speed, Earth would have a hole through it.
After the noises had died down, Dib and Zim's hearing returned, and all that could be heard was the crying of babies and people and pain of the civilians in their ruined homes. Water splashed and pipes burst; tiles fell from roofs and bricks crumbling to heated dust. The air was polluted with a mist of masonry and brickwork.
A long line of crushed road and homes led to the Speeder. Zim came out of his intact home, while Dib came running at him. Zim did not see, or even realise that Dib was even there, and stood transfixed next to the trench looking trail of evidence that something had landed here. Zim only acknowledged Dib's existence when Dib jumped at Zim, forcing him to the ground.
He punched Zim's head repeatedly, until blood flowed from all facial orifices.
Gir ran to the door, and saw his master being beaten by a human. His memory banks could not retrieve the files of information on this particular one, and following this; he rocketed toward Dib, forcing the tall thin boy off of his master. Zim lay on the crumpled road, bleeding. Dib lay on the crumpled road, after being flung there by a blur of red and metallic grey.
Dee lay in her Speeder.
A small square device on her wrist with a tiny screen wrote out a little agenda, on it the last thing to tick was flashing: Six PM Earth time. Capture Zim and bring back to Irk, to prove my story to them all....... Check, Yes/no?
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Chapter four Part three end.
AN: That was the penultimate chapter. The last one will be out soon, but until then, reflect on what has happened in this installment. I like writing, and I also like reading what people wrote about the things I write. It doesn't matter what you write, as long as it's something. It takes about, what, three minutes? You read it so review.
PS. Yep, it was shorter but this chapter was basically the ending of chapter four. I wanted the last part to be the last chapter. .... Oh, if you look closely and have a taste in music similar to mine you'll notice what music I was listening to when I was writing some parts.
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Necrofuckup.