"I didn't make it rain" A fanfic by Sarah Stalcup
[Author's note: This is my first ever IZ fic, so please bear with me as I try to make the character's as...err...Invader Zim-y as possible. Please R&R!]
[Disclaimer: I, although I wouldn't mind if I did, do not own any of the characters that appear in the Zim universe; they are copyright the wonder Mr. Vasquez. The original character, Nel, however, is copyright, me :3]
~*Prologue: Shower*~
Words pricking her skin like small, diminutive needles...a shudder, the first sign of life within the last 24 hour period, crawling down her spine like mallets descending the length of a xylophone.
She was obviously resisting consciousness like a plague, clenching her eyes tightly together, her mouth quivering as a light was suddenly illuminated overhead, followed by a spasmodic cry. Those overhead and around the girl's body simply watched as the small person nestled uncomfortably on the shoddy, dirty lab table, convulsing and trembling, eyes switching from their notes and clipboards at hand to the disturbing sight that lay before them.
The crust that had formed around her eyelids had caked her eyes shut; she couldn't open them even if it was her best intention. Trying to pull a frail, slender hand towards her face, the person found that her appendages had been bound...she was trapped...where?
How?
"As I've said before, we've never seen this sort of recession of health in one of our subjects, not since that horribly failed experiment with the squirrel and the microwave." a voice rang out, giving a brief pause as a sigh of regret traveled about the large, circular room, dimly lit save the garish light bulb that hung over the aforementioned 'subject.' The speaker's voice was cold and crisp, like a fall wind rendering your skin numb and chaffed. The girl didn't much care for it.she would rather be alone. "And this should come as a concern to all of us, as this could spell doom for our cause...if we do not keep our heads level.
"Whether this is some new, foreign disease that specifically targets our creations or just another common pathogen, we have yet to discern. But let me assure you that this is just a minor setback in our scheme of things, and progress will resume in next to no time."
A buzz of clapping materialized soon after, and the girl, straining her ears, could hear the faint rustling of feet making their exit, idle chatter floating about her like invisible snow flakes. Silence overtook the room, but she could still feel a person's presence close at hand, but this one felt different than all the rest, the others...this one was...different...she wasn't sure if it was better or worse...couldn't tell while locked in shadow and fear.
"Pity how they treat you...if only they knew..." a new, masculine voice emerged over the stagnant quietness, and the girl jerked her head towards the source, mouth agape with surprise...she had never heard this person before...who was it? "If only they could realize the genius and innovation.the painstaking intellectuality behind your very being..."
Not quite understanding what the person meant, the fragile person, still bonded to her table, hands twitching every so often, struggled to find the words to speak. Her voice box failed her, and only a low whimper was given leave, barely leaving her throat.
"Try not to strain yourself...you have much ahead of you..." chagrin seemed to saturate the person's voice, "...so many imperfections we need to fix..."
A light breeze brushed against her pale cheek, and the girl soon realized that the person speaking to her had left. Now she was alone. But wasn't she always like this?
Alone.
[Author's note: This is my first ever IZ fic, so please bear with me as I try to make the character's as...err...Invader Zim-y as possible. Please R&R!]
[Disclaimer: I, although I wouldn't mind if I did, do not own any of the characters that appear in the Zim universe; they are copyright the wonder Mr. Vasquez. The original character, Nel, however, is copyright, me :3]
~*Prologue: Shower*~
Words pricking her skin like small, diminutive needles...a shudder, the first sign of life within the last 24 hour period, crawling down her spine like mallets descending the length of a xylophone.
She was obviously resisting consciousness like a plague, clenching her eyes tightly together, her mouth quivering as a light was suddenly illuminated overhead, followed by a spasmodic cry. Those overhead and around the girl's body simply watched as the small person nestled uncomfortably on the shoddy, dirty lab table, convulsing and trembling, eyes switching from their notes and clipboards at hand to the disturbing sight that lay before them.
The crust that had formed around her eyelids had caked her eyes shut; she couldn't open them even if it was her best intention. Trying to pull a frail, slender hand towards her face, the person found that her appendages had been bound...she was trapped...where?
How?
"As I've said before, we've never seen this sort of recession of health in one of our subjects, not since that horribly failed experiment with the squirrel and the microwave." a voice rang out, giving a brief pause as a sigh of regret traveled about the large, circular room, dimly lit save the garish light bulb that hung over the aforementioned 'subject.' The speaker's voice was cold and crisp, like a fall wind rendering your skin numb and chaffed. The girl didn't much care for it.she would rather be alone. "And this should come as a concern to all of us, as this could spell doom for our cause...if we do not keep our heads level.
"Whether this is some new, foreign disease that specifically targets our creations or just another common pathogen, we have yet to discern. But let me assure you that this is just a minor setback in our scheme of things, and progress will resume in next to no time."
A buzz of clapping materialized soon after, and the girl, straining her ears, could hear the faint rustling of feet making their exit, idle chatter floating about her like invisible snow flakes. Silence overtook the room, but she could still feel a person's presence close at hand, but this one felt different than all the rest, the others...this one was...different...she wasn't sure if it was better or worse...couldn't tell while locked in shadow and fear.
"Pity how they treat you...if only they knew..." a new, masculine voice emerged over the stagnant quietness, and the girl jerked her head towards the source, mouth agape with surprise...she had never heard this person before...who was it? "If only they could realize the genius and innovation.the painstaking intellectuality behind your very being..."
Not quite understanding what the person meant, the fragile person, still bonded to her table, hands twitching every so often, struggled to find the words to speak. Her voice box failed her, and only a low whimper was given leave, barely leaving her throat.
"Try not to strain yourself...you have much ahead of you..." chagrin seemed to saturate the person's voice, "...so many imperfections we need to fix..."
A light breeze brushed against her pale cheek, and the girl soon realized that the person speaking to her had left. Now she was alone. But wasn't she always like this?
Alone.