A/N: YES Author of Stuff is now a transvestite BECAUSE I MADE HIM HAR HAR

Anyway, I wanted to take a break from my school assignments and stuff so I'm writing the next chapter. What fun. No, really, I'm serious.

Disclaimer, woo!: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), possibility of sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity... I'm so stupid...

Blackness surrounded Gaz like a large blanket that she couldn't claw her way out of. She crawled through the door, her limbs shaking from over-use, and although she just wanted to lie down and rest, she forced her way through. Standing, one arm holding the door in place, she grabbed the door handle, and closed it. The click of the lock sliding in place seemed to thunder throughout the room she was in, and she fretted that her kidnapper would hear. Ready to throw herself back into the hole behind the door, she found no threatening footsteps, and let herself sigh. Edging her way back around the wall, like she had done in the previous room, she found the same, cool metal walls that she was beginning to grow used to. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she rubbed her hand up and down the wall, finding nothing to soothe her high level of expectancy. She took her time groping along the walls, yet as she neared the halfway mark of her journey around the room, her hope of finding another door was fading. Yet, as she stopped to rest her nerves, which were on edge, a sound behind the wall warned her of someone approaching. Gulping, she pressed her back against the wall, and held her breath tightly. Her mind fought over the idea of closing her eyes or keeping them open, yet she didn't end up reaching a decision when a second door, seemingly out of nowhere, opened. Dim light filled the room, yet Gaz didn't bother to investigate the room, keeping all her energies into staying what she hoped was invisible. She watched as a small figure entered, dragging what seemed a large sack behind them. Without turning around, the kidnapper pulled the sack opened, and, with what seemed a lot of effort, forced something out. Gaz couldn't see what, though, being as it was only a mere silhouette. Seemingly satisfied, the figure picked up the sack, turned back around, and, to Gaz's relief, didn't spot her. The door shut, and the dim light disappeared once more, and she was stuck back in darkness.

The girl waited several moments, before nervously approaching where she guessed the contents of the sack was poured out. It was soft, and quite warm. It took the teenager several seconds to realise it was a body. Her hand flew up to her mouth, and she wondered if it was dead or alive, and if it were alive, how long for. Breathing shakily, she scrambled a few steps back, and dragged the body onto their back. A soft moaning filled the air, and Gaz worried if the person would come back and see what was the trouble. When they didn't, Gaz gently patted the knocked-out person's cheek- or where she thought it was.

Gaz whispered quietly 'Hey, wake up, we've gotta get outta here!'

The person moaned once again, and Gaz felt their hand swipe unintentionally against their arm, and rub their head. When they didn't respond, the purple- haired young woman let out a groan of her own.

'Look, I'm sorry to do this, but if we don't get a wriggle on, we'll probably be dead meat soon, okay?'

She was answered once again with a moan. Letting out an annoyed hiss, she jumped to her feet, and with her arms stretched out in front of her, she walked around the room slowly. She discovered that, unlike where she was placed, the room she was currently in did not have metal pipe in the middle. Instead, it had one on the left-hand side of the room- the side she never got around to searching. This comforted Gaz somewhat, when she heard the nothingness behind it. She rested her tired body against it for a few seconds, and loosened the ropes she still had around her arm. Her headache had disappeared somewhat, mostly due to the lack of sound and light, but she kept her head upon the cool metal all the same, and listened to the gentle breathing of her new jail companion. Finally, growing agitated of the other person's lack of movement and her own growing desperation to escape her prison, she stormed over and shook the individual the best she could.

'Oi, wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, sweetie. I'm sorry to break you from your dreamland, but incase you haven't realised it, we've got to get our asses going if you wish to survive.'

The person let out a soft whine, and Gaz had the feeling she had their attention.

'That's better. Now, can you tell me your name?'

'Um... Vi... Violet...'

Gaz sat back on her heel, and scrunched her face up. 'Violet? Violet Douglas?'

'Gaz?' Violet seemed to struggle as she sat up, and she groped about until she found Gaz's knee. 'What're you doing here?'

'The question should be what are you doing here? I went to bed and I woke up here.' Gaz shot back. She wasn't annoyed, but she was getting more and more frustrated about hanging around in the round room.

'I don't know... I was sitting in a park with Dib when...'

Gaz tilted her head, and clasped Violet's cold hand in her own. 'When what?'

'Zim...'

'Zim?'

'Yeah. He... Hit me over the head with something...'

Gaz shook her head, only to make her headache come back, stronger than ever. 'Zim? What the hell? Why would he do that?'

Violet crept forward, and rested herself against Gaz's chest. Surprised, Gaz almost fell over in shock, yet slowly wrapped her arms around the other girl.

'I don't know.' The brunette whispered into Gaz's chest. 'I just hope Dib's okay.'

Running her fingers through Violet's hair, Gaz let herself allow the affection she was bestowing on the girl. A few moments past, until Gaz's nerves almost screamed at her to move.

'Look, Violet, we've gotta get a wriggle on- Zim, if he is behind this, might be back soon and I think it'd be best if we move. I was actually in a different room, downstairs, if you could call it that, and I climbed up a ladder to get here. Do you have any ropes on? I did, so I guessed you would...'

Violet let out a sniff, and pulled herself away from the female. 'Um, yeah, yeah actually I do. 'round my ankles.'

Gaz let Violet pulled the ropes off, and once she was free, Gaz took the piece of cord from her. Tying them around her arm with the other ropes, she told Violet to grab her arm so she wouldn't get lost.

'We may have a walk in front of us or something... It'd be kinda bad if we lost one another.'

When Violet's cool hand found her arm, Gaz lead them to the door. Finding the handle, the two drew in deep breaths, and opened it.

A cold rush of air met them, and Gaz found her skin prickling to it. It was just as dark as the two previous places Gaz had explored, and she could barely see her hand when she placed it in front of her hand. Biting her lower lip, she slowly walked forward, her feet pat-pattering on the ground. Violet's breath was hot against her shoulder and neck, and she slowly wondered that if they ever got out of Zim's prison if they could actually start a relationship. Not that Gaz held her hopes high, but she still liked the thought all the same.

As the two headed down the seemingly never-ending corridor, the soft, gentle humming slipped into their ears. Gaz stopped, and Violet bumped into her back.

'Why'd you stop?' Violet whispered directly into her ear. Gaz turned slightly, and tilted her head so she wouldn't have to whisper louder than necessary.

'You hear that?' she asked, meaning the hum. She felt Violet nod, her cheek brushing against her temple. 'I was wondering where it's coming from. Care to find out?'

She could almost taste Violet's tension. 'Do you honestly think that's a good idea?'

Gaz almost snorted. 'Honestly? No, I don't. But if we're to get out of here, it may end up being the way out.'

'And if it isn't?'

'At least we tried it' Gaz whispered in reply, softer than before.

Violet pressed her body closer to Gaz's, and Gaz felt a trickle of cold sweat slip down her cheek. She couldn't tell if it was her own or if it was Violet.

'I didn't mean it in that way. I meant, what if it's a trap. What if you or I die? What if we both die?'

'I know.'

Both girls stood very still, and Gaz slowly turned around to face Violet. Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and thought. After a pensive moment, she opened her eyes, and could feel Violet's eyes drilling into her.

'Vy... You and I both know that we're in a dangerous situation right now. And I'm not going to lie, we'll probably be dead by tomorrow morning. Despite his pure and utter stupidity, Zim is dangerous, alien or not. You've only been here for less than a month or two, and you know that. Hell, he has done a lot of ridiculous things in the past, most of them hurting someone. And I doubt Rose, and I'm sorry to say this, and I doubt Rose was the first person he's killed. And you were right earlier, I hope Dib is okay wherever he is.' Gaz paused, making sure she still had Violet's attention. Taking another breath, Gaz found Violet's hand, and held onto it tightly. 'But wherever he is, I'm sure we'll find him. And something tells me he's probably okay. Everything always turns out okay for me, and I'm sure this will too. It's a ridiculous philosophy, I know...'

'You've got that right.' Violet interjected quietly. Gaz let out a quiet chuckle.

'Yeah, I know. And it'll probably change soon, but it's always kept me going. You know, I think this situation we're in here will probably still have occurred, even if you weren't here. Probably not like it is now, but it still would have happened...' Gaz drifted off for a moment, trying to take control of her train of thought. Before she could speak again, Violet spoke.

'You were blabbering, weren't you?'

Gaz nodded, but realised Violet couldn't see. 'Yes. I was.' The two were quiet for a moment, and Gaz let her mind spin about until she forced it to stop. Looking up in Violet's general direction, she leant close, and pressed her lips against the first spot she found. Violet turned her head, and within a few seconds they found one another's lips. The kiss was short, but tender. They pulled away slowly, and, with their hands still linked, they followed the sound of the hum.

*

Neither Gaz nor Violet was sure how long it took to find the source of the noise, but Gaz guessed it took a little under an hour. In that time, they had waded through something resembling water, but quite sticky, and neither of them managed to get wet, although it went up to their thighs. They had climbed over walls a little over two feet high and run into several dead ends.

Gaz guessed all the dead ends were intentional.

Yet, after all the troubles, they found a door that seemed to be quite heavy, with a dim, red light escaping under the door. The girls, now able to see one another's face (Violet's, Gaz realised, seemed rather grubby, with what Gaz suspected to be dried, crusty blood around her temples), looked at each other, and with a shaking hand, Gaz opened the door slightly.

The red light filled the room, and the female slipped in quietly. Violet followed, still holding onto Gaz. The younger girl looked about silently, her lips pursed together tightly until they were white. A large structure stood in left of the middle of the large room- the room appearing to be over a hundred feet wide. Two smaller machines stood somewhat behind the larger machine, glass tubes in the center of them. All three looked very intricate and quite foreboding. About two dozen even smaller purple machines were placed against the walls, the humming coming from them. Finding the room seemingly empty, other than the machines, Gaz lead her female companion over to one of the nearer machines, and investigated it. Buttons, with foreign symbols on them, were spread across it, small lights underneath them. Some of the lights were on, and they shone a brilliant green, which contrasted with the red glow that filled the room.

Walking to the next machine, Gaz found it similar to the last, except a lever stood to the side of it, protruding from the metal box. Gaz slid her hand over the lever, curious. Pressing her lips tighter together, she turned to Violet and shrugged. She headed to the next humming machine, and discovered it different to the former two. This one, still with buttons on it, had a latch-like object in the middle of it. Gaz opened it without too much trouble, and found a flat screen hidden underneath it. Raising a brow, she glanced over at Violet, and opened her mouth to say something when a noise was heard outside the door they entered through. Gulping, the girls darted behind the smallest machines, and crouched behind them. The door was flung open, and Zim, himself, walked through it, looking quite pleased, like a cat who had just got the cream. Behind him, GIR entered, dragging a sack similar to what Violet had fallen out of. Both Zim and GIR halted at the largest of all the machines, and the robot dropped the sack. Zim immediately opened it, and with a hiss of annoyance, dragged a stupefied Dib out. Dragging the boy a few feet, Zim gave up, and motioned to GIR. The SIR unit grabbed the teenager, and flew up to the large mechanism. Gaz couldn't see what was being done, but when the robot finally landed, it no longer had her brother. Standing back to admire what had been done.

'Ah, Zim.' The alien sighed happy, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. 'You've done it again. The Tallest shall be very happy with you're work!'

A painful sound came from Dib, and he seemed to be defying the green male. 'You... You won't Zim, I'll fight you all the way!'

The Irken snorted, and crossed to Dib. 'What, you? With the way you are! I don't think so, my little prisoner! Why, you don't even know what lies in front of you!'

Gaz watched silently, Violet breathing heavily beside her. Neither of them could see what was being done, and they could only listen.

'Well... whatever happens, I'll fight you all the way!' Dib cried pitifully, obviously in pain. Zim only shook his head, and turned away. GIR watched, somewhat obediently, but lost interest. He turned away, and walked across the room. Gaz watched, pressing her back against the wall, Violet following suit. The SIR unit was about to stop, when it obviously caught sight of one of them. Gleefully, he raced across to them, and let out a loud cry.

'Hey, I know yooou!' GIR squealed in delight. Gaz cursed loudly. Zim spun about on his heel, and raced over.

'YOU!' he bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at both of them. 'How did you two get here?'

Hiding her fright, Gaz jumped up, and crossed her arms over her chest.

'Should it matter? We're here, and we're going to grab my brother and go, if you don't mind.'

'Gaz?' Dib croaked from his place on the machine. 'Is that you?'

'Yes, Dib.' Gaz sighed, and, grabbing Violet's hand, stormed past Zim and towards the machine. 'And we're going to get you home. I've got a throbbing headache, and this bastard isn't making it any better.'

'Not so fast.' Zim said slowly, following the two, who were halfway to the machine. 'You two aren't going anywhere, and neither is the Dib-human.'

Gaz turned around, feigning annoyance, and raised a brow. 'Oh, really? And what are you going to do?'

Zim smiled evilly. 'Oh, trust me. You'll find out. GIR! Take those two to their machines!'

'Yes, my Master!' The machine replied, its eyes glowing red. Jumping into the air, its rocket-feet powered up, and it zoomed over to the two, free humans. Before either of them could react, he grabbed them. GIR then flew towards the empty tubes. The glass doors slid open as he hovered in front of them. As soon as they opened wide enough, he threw Gaz in one and Violet in the other. Both girls let out a cry as they thumped heavily against the walls. GIR landed nonchalantly, his eyes immediately glowing back to green. He pulled a squeaky toy out of his head, and waddled over to a wall. Clucking his tongue in dismay, Zim crossed to one of the machines, and pressed a few buttons. Cords instantaneously flew out of the machines, and strapped the girls against the walls. The front of the tube then slid down so they could hear Zim speak.

'Ah, that's better. Now, why don't you two look over at the Dib and see if either of you could have freed him, eh?'

Gaz and Violet turned to Dib, whom was hanging up from the largest of the machines. He, too, was strapped to the machine with large, metal cords, which wrapped themselves around his arms, wrists, legs and ankles. His head was strapped down to the machine, and he was only able to look forward. His torso was also strapped down in a similar fashion. Gaz knew just by looking at him that would be quite difficult, if not impossible, to free him. When neither of the girls answered, Zim let out one of his infamous laughs. He walked forward, looking even more pleased than before. He glanced back and forth between all three of them, obviously considering what he was to do next. The silence was almost deafening. No one spoke for a few minutes, until Dib sighed.

'What are you going to do to us, Zim?'

Zim's already large eyes widened. 'Oh! Well, I'm not going to do something to all three of you, that's for sure.'

Violet raised an eyebrow, suspicion clear on her face. 'You're not?'

The Irken chuckled, his fangs glinting in the red light. 'Oh, of course not! That's up to Dib!'

All three human's eyes boggled. Dib's glasses slid a few millimeters down, and he scrunched his nose up to get them back into position. 'Me?' he asked quietly.

'Yes! You, you pathetic wormbaby. I'm leaving that decision up to you! You're going to choose which of these two is going to die.'

Gaz's stomach lurched, and she almost had a flashback of all the times she had done something nasty to her older brother. Dib wasn't the type to sacrifice people, but if... Gaz paused in her thoughts.

'What if he doesn't choose? What if he refuses?' she asked, hoping perhaps they would be released. Zim glanced towards the youngest of the lot, and shrugged.

'Well then I'll leave you all and let you rot here.'

'Oh.'

A silence ensured, the only sound being the humming of the machines and the occasional squeak from GIR's squeaky toy. Dib finally spoke.

'I... I can't choose.'

This somehow managed to anger Zim. 'What?! What do you mean you can't choose! It's live or die, Dib!' he hissed the last word, it seeming to drip with venom. 'Now, choose.'

Dib whined, looking up at Gaz and Violet. His eyes darted between the two, a small drop of blood falling down his temple. 'Zim, I can't... Gaz is my sister, and Violet's my best friend. It's impossible.'

'No, it's not! Gaz or Violet! Gaz or Violet! Choose now!'

Another whine escaped Dib's throat. Gaz sunk into her restraints, biting her tongue to stop herself from crying. Dib tried to shake his head yet was unable to due to his head restraint.

'No, Zim, I can't. I care about both of them too much.'

Violet cleared her throat to the left of Gaz. 'Dib, if it makes it easier, you can choose me...'

Gaz turned her head the best she could to Violet's voice. 'Vy, what are you doing?' she hissed loudly.

Ignoring Gaz, and Dib's cry of shock, Violet continued quietly, obviously frightened. From the corner of her eye, Gaz could see Violet's hanging head, the crusty blood around her hairline flaking slightly.

'Dib... After Rose's death...' she looked up slightly at the mention of her sister's name, glaring at Zim spitefully. 'I've been... so... unexplainably depressed. Yeah, I know, everyone goes into mourning after the death of a loved one, but, God... It's unbearable. Every night I cry myself to sleep, and every morning I cry some more. I can't get her out of my head. She's everywhere I turn... I can't even walk past her room without falling into a crying, shuddering heap. Not even Mum's like this... I don't know why I'm like this. Maybe it's because I saw her die, maybe it's just because I've taken it harder than Mum. Whatever it is... Dib... I don't want you to go through the same.' Violet looked up quietly, sweat evident on her forehead. Dib stared at her wordlessly for several moments.

'Violet, no.' he whispered so softly it was almost non-existent. 'I can't choose either of you... Please...'

Zim, angry, stormed forward, and punched Dib's leg. 'What are you, a moron? She wants to die, you idiot, say yes!'

Dib glared angrily down at his enemy. 'God, don't you have any feelings in that thick head of yours? Don't you know what friendship and families mean? You just can't sacrifice someone you care for just to save your ass!'

Zim stared up at the taller male. 'I have no idea what you're talking about. If you can live but have to get rid of someone, you do it.'

'Well, I'm not choosing either of them.'

'Fine, then.' Zim replied. He stalked towards one of the smallest machines. Pushing a large, orange button, a loud buzz escaped, and a remote appeared out of a thin, glowing beam of light. Taking it, he returned to where he had been standing previously. 'I'll choose for you then.'

'Zim, no!' Dib and Gaz cried in unison. Violet only let out a small cry. Grinning cruelly, the Irken looked up at Violet.

'I want my sister...' Violet whispered as Zim's finger pushed the lone button on the remote.

The thin shield of glass slid up over Violet, the tube now back in place, yet the cords still held her in place. A loud snapping then filled the air as strands of electricity flew threw the glass cage. The electricity kept pouring through until it was just a large stream of white that was too painful to look at. Gaz, Dib and Zim all looked away as the white light changed to one of a more pale yellow, until it simply faded away into nothingness. Turning back, Gaz felt her restraints disappear, and she fell to the ground. Dib fell by her side, too, let go of his on restraints. She quickly leapt to her feet and glanced to Violet's own tube. The light had gone, as had Violet.

She had been there only thirty seconds earlier, and she was gone. Gaz let out a shaky breath of air, and approached the machine, unable to speak. She heard Dib move next to her, his hand on her shoulder. The stood silently like that for a few moments, neither of them even daring to speak. Not even a trace of the former female was in the tube.

'I suggest you two leave now before you die.' Zim's voice cut through the air like a knife. 'There's an elevator just down the hall, forty meters to your life. Go. Now.'

Dib slowly turned Gaz around, who didn't mind his brotherly affection, and the two left the room. It wasn't until they arrived back at their home did either of them bother to cry.

A/N: Don't worry, people, this fic isn't finished yet!

I hope people review- this chapter took me over two hours to write *swoons*

Also, if anyone has any good songs they recommend to listen to, tell me, because I feel like downloading some new music *is being completely random*