Project 59 by Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl
Chapter 16
All day and Saturday night Zim had paced the floor back and forth thinking of so many things that wouldn't leave his poor brain alone. Poking and probing, the questions of "how he was to get her," or "why the tallests want her and what does she have to do with the Irken race" kept playing over and over again in his mind like a broken record.
Most of the time, though, he usually came back to one single question that he'd been asking his self all along: "Why did he feel so close to home when he was with her?" He hadn't really thought of it until now, and he was sure that something non-human, something alien-like, reminded him of his homeplanet.
Some deeply hidden memory was still lost somewhere in his head, something before Earth, before Impending Doom II, before FoodCourtia, something he should remember but couldn't. Finally, before he almost passed out from staying awake so long, he chuckled at the new plan he had just came up with. The mother of all plans. This was a grand entrance into Raye's heart, for sure.
With a pleased smile, he lied down on the couch and shut his crimson eyes, thinking how nice it was that his real eye color was the same as hers while he drifted off into a deep slumber.-------------
Raye was fast asleep in Dib's arms, with her red sheet covering her their bodies. The curtains stood still and lifeless, and light rain started to hit her window repeatedly making a chorus of small tapping sounds that were a joy to the sleeping ear. She was dreaming again. But tonight's dream was a little different than usual.
This time when she awoke on the table, she wasn't young at all. Infact, she was her regular 14-year old self. Her maroon eyes darted around the blinding white room widly, and everything was still. Deathly still. The only noise she heard was her the steady beat of her heart.
Seeing no one to assist her, she jumped off the slab of metal. Of course, the drills and other ominous objects were still attached to it, but she paid no mind as she walked to the steel door. Turning the knob, she expected to see that long hallway, but instead found herself staring at a wide, long graveyard.
On the otherside of the door, bright green grass stretched for miles and small, white marble gravestones sat side by side eachother as far as the eye could see. The sun's rays shone into Raye's eyes, and she covered it with her hand. She stepped through the door on to the soft grass and it slammed behind her, disappearing completely.
Looking behind her where the door was, she saw another section of gravesites. Except something was different about it, something stood out. There was a huge tree on top of a hill, one with stringy, gray Spanish Moss falling off of it's huge, brown limbs. She saw the white gravestone underneath it, but noticed something else there too. A person.
Someone was standing there, grieving over the grave it looked like. Raye cocked her head to the side, and slowly walked towards the person and tree. Straightening out her ivory dress, she started to walk faster and faster towards the tree, trying to reconize the person in all black.
Finally getting there, she stepped into the shade, immediately feeling the coolness the tree gave by blocking out the boiling sun. She looked at the person, their back to her with their face buried in their hands, weeping ever so quietly. She placed her hand on it's shoulder, and it turned around appearing to be Dib.
He stared at her, all teary-eyed, and Raye looked at him concerned. "Dib? What's amatter?" He collapsed on the ground, never moving from the grave. He didn't answer, and another stream of hot tears ran down the path of the old, dried ones. Raye ducked down to meet him, and went to caress his face, but he turned away fast.
"No peace for her......No rest for her......Still missing......" he babbled in a cracked, dry voice. Raye didn't know what to think. She tried reassuring him, but nothing worked. He saw her, but ignored her voice. He continued to say those three lines over and over again, until she got up.
She walked over to the gravestone and kneeled down, reading the inscription---
-Claire Amiee Membraine-
BORN: June 27, 1967 DIED: December 16, 1994
LOVING MOTHER AND WIFE, AN ANGEL NOW
-BEYOND THE STARS-
Raye covered her mouth at the sadness that overwhelmed her. She felt like crying herself. Not knowing why, she fought back unexpected tears that were forming in her moist eyes. "Beyond the stars......" she said, repeating the engraved quote.
She stood up, and looked back at Dib who was lying on the ground now, curled up in a ball. A warm breeze touched her cold face, and her hair moved in waves behind her. For a while, almost everything was quiet.
The only noise was the sound of the birds singing. Finally, she got sunk down again and reached out to Dib. Touching his shoulder, little bits of flashing pictures ran through her mind, and almost all at once she understood what he ment earlier.
She saw Dib staring at his mother as she was wedged between the truck and tree, blood running out of her mouth in long streams. Then, she saw him weeping over her death at the funeral. She saw the big, beautiful church it was being held at. She watched as some man at the funeral told the family of 3 something she couldn't make out. She saw Dib, helpless 6- year old Dib, walk down to the aisle of pews to a solid oak coffin with a *boquet(A/N: I prolly didn't spell it right, but who cares?) of white roses in his small grasp.
He looked so small in his black suite. His glasses were way too big for him, and they hung at an angle. She watched him walk up to the closed coffin, and set aside the roses to the right. Curiously, he placed his hands on the lid of the coffin. Closing his eyes, he lifted the lid up and it opened quickly. His eyes shot open, then him and Raye saw something unexpected.
There was no body. There was no mutilated limbs or torso. Infact, there was nothing. No blood, no trace of anything in the sparkling white silk *cushion.(A/N: did I spell that right too? It's 2:21am) Not knowing what to do, the little boy just turned around and ran off. He ran out the double doors of the church and didn't even look back.
Raye jerked her hand off of Dib's shoulder, and backed up. She stood up, and then everything went quiet again. It went deathly quiet again. Nothing moved, everything was still like the marble headstones in the ground. She couldn't tell if Dib spoke or not, but it was Bob's voice she heard. Or it sounded like Bob. A older, drunken voice broke the silence.
"Goddamn you devil-woman, damn you to hell." Suddenly, the sun crashed to earth and lit the tree on fire. She felt the extremely hot flames as it burned the wood. She screamed, and tried to grab Dib, but he wouldn't budge from the grave. Without warning, a giant burning limb fell from the tree and caught her dress on fire. She screamed as she felt the flame burning her dress, ruthlessly trying to get to her skin.
Then, like an angel, she heard Dib's voice calling to her. She couldn't see anything, because the smoke had become thick around her, but she heard him. "Raye! Raye, WAKE UP!!!!" and like a light at the end of the tunnel, her eyes burst open.
Coughing, the first thing she saw was Dib's worried expression. He was bent over her, and he held her weak body in his arms. They were outside, and sirens of firetrucks and ambulances could be heard streets down. "Dib......what, happened???" she asked weakly.
He sighed and she looked towards the house. Big clouds of black smoke came out of her open window as firefighters sprayed inside with water from their hoses. She looked back up at Dib and he hugged her tightly. "There was a fire in your room......it caught your sheets on fire. If it wasn't for the sheet ontop of us, I never would've had time to throw it off of you. It would've burned your skin."
That explained one part of her dream. Then, out of nowhere, a guy dressed in a paramedic uniform came up to them with a stretcher. Dib and the guy lifted her ontop of it, and they strapped her in. She grabbed Dib's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Who......did it?" she asked, and she knew the answer before he even whispered the one word that anwered her question. "......Bob."
Her stomach hurt, her head hurt, hell, everything hurt. When she tried to move, her body sent signals of pain to her brain, so she just sat still staring at the cruel night sky as the paramedic rolled the stretcher to the ambulance and her hand slowly slipped from Dib's. ------------------
A/N: OH MY FOOKIN G-MAN! I'm TIRED as HELL! I wrote this chapter right after I finished 15, and now it's 2:48am. So, what do you think you know now, eh? Hmm......Claire wasn't in her coffin. Is this just a symbolic- dream thing or is her body really missing? Did Bob try to set Raye on fire after hearing her and Dib's conversation? All answers will come in good time. Please R&R and much thankies to those loyal peeps. Well, today's the 4th so I'm going to go get atleast a couple hours of sleep, which I've been currently deprived of. Bai.
~*~Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl~*~
P.S.~*~ Damn! How does Nny do the whole never-go-to-sleep thing!?!
All day and Saturday night Zim had paced the floor back and forth thinking of so many things that wouldn't leave his poor brain alone. Poking and probing, the questions of "how he was to get her," or "why the tallests want her and what does she have to do with the Irken race" kept playing over and over again in his mind like a broken record.
Most of the time, though, he usually came back to one single question that he'd been asking his self all along: "Why did he feel so close to home when he was with her?" He hadn't really thought of it until now, and he was sure that something non-human, something alien-like, reminded him of his homeplanet.
Some deeply hidden memory was still lost somewhere in his head, something before Earth, before Impending Doom II, before FoodCourtia, something he should remember but couldn't. Finally, before he almost passed out from staying awake so long, he chuckled at the new plan he had just came up with. The mother of all plans. This was a grand entrance into Raye's heart, for sure.
With a pleased smile, he lied down on the couch and shut his crimson eyes, thinking how nice it was that his real eye color was the same as hers while he drifted off into a deep slumber.-------------
Raye was fast asleep in Dib's arms, with her red sheet covering her their bodies. The curtains stood still and lifeless, and light rain started to hit her window repeatedly making a chorus of small tapping sounds that were a joy to the sleeping ear. She was dreaming again. But tonight's dream was a little different than usual.
This time when she awoke on the table, she wasn't young at all. Infact, she was her regular 14-year old self. Her maroon eyes darted around the blinding white room widly, and everything was still. Deathly still. The only noise she heard was her the steady beat of her heart.
Seeing no one to assist her, she jumped off the slab of metal. Of course, the drills and other ominous objects were still attached to it, but she paid no mind as she walked to the steel door. Turning the knob, she expected to see that long hallway, but instead found herself staring at a wide, long graveyard.
On the otherside of the door, bright green grass stretched for miles and small, white marble gravestones sat side by side eachother as far as the eye could see. The sun's rays shone into Raye's eyes, and she covered it with her hand. She stepped through the door on to the soft grass and it slammed behind her, disappearing completely.
Looking behind her where the door was, she saw another section of gravesites. Except something was different about it, something stood out. There was a huge tree on top of a hill, one with stringy, gray Spanish Moss falling off of it's huge, brown limbs. She saw the white gravestone underneath it, but noticed something else there too. A person.
Someone was standing there, grieving over the grave it looked like. Raye cocked her head to the side, and slowly walked towards the person and tree. Straightening out her ivory dress, she started to walk faster and faster towards the tree, trying to reconize the person in all black.
Finally getting there, she stepped into the shade, immediately feeling the coolness the tree gave by blocking out the boiling sun. She looked at the person, their back to her with their face buried in their hands, weeping ever so quietly. She placed her hand on it's shoulder, and it turned around appearing to be Dib.
He stared at her, all teary-eyed, and Raye looked at him concerned. "Dib? What's amatter?" He collapsed on the ground, never moving from the grave. He didn't answer, and another stream of hot tears ran down the path of the old, dried ones. Raye ducked down to meet him, and went to caress his face, but he turned away fast.
"No peace for her......No rest for her......Still missing......" he babbled in a cracked, dry voice. Raye didn't know what to think. She tried reassuring him, but nothing worked. He saw her, but ignored her voice. He continued to say those three lines over and over again, until she got up.
She walked over to the gravestone and kneeled down, reading the inscription---
-Claire Amiee Membraine-
BORN: June 27, 1967 DIED: December 16, 1994
LOVING MOTHER AND WIFE, AN ANGEL NOW
-BEYOND THE STARS-
Raye covered her mouth at the sadness that overwhelmed her. She felt like crying herself. Not knowing why, she fought back unexpected tears that were forming in her moist eyes. "Beyond the stars......" she said, repeating the engraved quote.
She stood up, and looked back at Dib who was lying on the ground now, curled up in a ball. A warm breeze touched her cold face, and her hair moved in waves behind her. For a while, almost everything was quiet.
The only noise was the sound of the birds singing. Finally, she got sunk down again and reached out to Dib. Touching his shoulder, little bits of flashing pictures ran through her mind, and almost all at once she understood what he ment earlier.
She saw Dib staring at his mother as she was wedged between the truck and tree, blood running out of her mouth in long streams. Then, she saw him weeping over her death at the funeral. She saw the big, beautiful church it was being held at. She watched as some man at the funeral told the family of 3 something she couldn't make out. She saw Dib, helpless 6- year old Dib, walk down to the aisle of pews to a solid oak coffin with a *boquet(A/N: I prolly didn't spell it right, but who cares?) of white roses in his small grasp.
He looked so small in his black suite. His glasses were way too big for him, and they hung at an angle. She watched him walk up to the closed coffin, and set aside the roses to the right. Curiously, he placed his hands on the lid of the coffin. Closing his eyes, he lifted the lid up and it opened quickly. His eyes shot open, then him and Raye saw something unexpected.
There was no body. There was no mutilated limbs or torso. Infact, there was nothing. No blood, no trace of anything in the sparkling white silk *cushion.(A/N: did I spell that right too? It's 2:21am) Not knowing what to do, the little boy just turned around and ran off. He ran out the double doors of the church and didn't even look back.
Raye jerked her hand off of Dib's shoulder, and backed up. She stood up, and then everything went quiet again. It went deathly quiet again. Nothing moved, everything was still like the marble headstones in the ground. She couldn't tell if Dib spoke or not, but it was Bob's voice she heard. Or it sounded like Bob. A older, drunken voice broke the silence.
"Goddamn you devil-woman, damn you to hell." Suddenly, the sun crashed to earth and lit the tree on fire. She felt the extremely hot flames as it burned the wood. She screamed, and tried to grab Dib, but he wouldn't budge from the grave. Without warning, a giant burning limb fell from the tree and caught her dress on fire. She screamed as she felt the flame burning her dress, ruthlessly trying to get to her skin.
Then, like an angel, she heard Dib's voice calling to her. She couldn't see anything, because the smoke had become thick around her, but she heard him. "Raye! Raye, WAKE UP!!!!" and like a light at the end of the tunnel, her eyes burst open.
Coughing, the first thing she saw was Dib's worried expression. He was bent over her, and he held her weak body in his arms. They were outside, and sirens of firetrucks and ambulances could be heard streets down. "Dib......what, happened???" she asked weakly.
He sighed and she looked towards the house. Big clouds of black smoke came out of her open window as firefighters sprayed inside with water from their hoses. She looked back up at Dib and he hugged her tightly. "There was a fire in your room......it caught your sheets on fire. If it wasn't for the sheet ontop of us, I never would've had time to throw it off of you. It would've burned your skin."
That explained one part of her dream. Then, out of nowhere, a guy dressed in a paramedic uniform came up to them with a stretcher. Dib and the guy lifted her ontop of it, and they strapped her in. She grabbed Dib's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Who......did it?" she asked, and she knew the answer before he even whispered the one word that anwered her question. "......Bob."
Her stomach hurt, her head hurt, hell, everything hurt. When she tried to move, her body sent signals of pain to her brain, so she just sat still staring at the cruel night sky as the paramedic rolled the stretcher to the ambulance and her hand slowly slipped from Dib's. ------------------
A/N: OH MY FOOKIN G-MAN! I'm TIRED as HELL! I wrote this chapter right after I finished 15, and now it's 2:48am. So, what do you think you know now, eh? Hmm......Claire wasn't in her coffin. Is this just a symbolic- dream thing or is her body really missing? Did Bob try to set Raye on fire after hearing her and Dib's conversation? All answers will come in good time. Please R&R and much thankies to those loyal peeps. Well, today's the 4th so I'm going to go get atleast a couple hours of sleep, which I've been currently deprived of. Bai.
~*~Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl~*~
P.S.~*~ Damn! How does Nny do the whole never-go-to-sleep thing!?!