Chapter Two

Then

The young girl exited the school, her austere eyes glancing from the patterns on her game box to her drawing. She was caught between her love of drawing, writing and painting.

She would write for about three hours straight every night; and draw every day in class. Her drawings where full of hope, darkness; of love and betrayal. She couldn't sing, but she loved to write her own music.
The piano fascinated the 17 year old Gaz; or "Ghost", as she was called by the other children in her after school group, "GBPAWE". Game Box Players Artists Writers Ectcetera.

She spent all of the days of her week, except friday and weekends, at the club. It was the only place she felt comfortable sharing her writing. Her drawings where amazing for one of her age; but art was just a hobby, nothing more. She wasn't near good enough to become an artist, but maybe she would aim for author. She knew she would end up a security ninja, just as Ms. Bitters said, so she figured "Why try?" She certainly had the skills, and she knew it.

Her stupid brother seemed to have a future planned as a paranormal investigator, and it really ticked her off.

Aliens this, Bigfoot that. It was always vamps and extra terestrials with this one.

She sighed, pushing back an ebony lock that fell from her hair. She had it dyed after school with the group. The girls died their hair so as not to forget the fun they had endured during the club meetings when they where older; the streaks would always remind them of the laughs and truths' they'd shared.

She was waiting patiently for a ride.

Her father pulled up in a small dark green jetta.

She smiled, her long maroon hair falling over one eye. Her long shirt was the same as always; and her pants where black and baggy. Her skull necklace was given to her by her mother some years ago; and it was dangling around her neck.

The drive home was pleasant. Her and father where talking as usual. So much so they didn't notice Dib was in the back.

They discussed mostly publishing her work; Gaz respectfully declined. In secret, she had been getting published under the pen name "Augmentia."

The young 15 year old boy watched patiently his laptop screen, glaring at its contents. He typed almost as fast as he could think.

Their trip was short, and they arrived home quickly.

Gaz turned on her game and wanders sullenly into her room.

Dib, meanwhile, had some unfinished SEN buissinuss with Agent Zai, Or Agent Arachnid.

Dib was silent for a moment, waiting for Arachnid to speak. They had been exchanging information in the char; information about California's weird alien sightings latley. Arachnid lived there, and often found theres much more to it than met the eye. Dib had spilled all he had known about Zim to Zai, and was finally getting the thanks he so rightly deserved.

The laptop flickered on, as if struggling with the screen. Arachnids shadowy face filled the screen.

"Agent Mothman. Anything new?"

"Zim had something planned," He answered, holding up a disk, "And providing he doesn't invade my brain again, I think we're good evidence wise."

"Then get in, Dib! We need your help at the coffee shop!"

Dib shrugged, wandering into the screens' veiw point.

Gaz watched the game box sharply. She glanced at the vampire piggy hunter and grinned.

"Like I believe you," She smiled, a grin dark and evil. "I know better than to trust an anti pig force feild, I know your not made out of pig salt. Hiiyaah!"

The vampire piggy hunters sword raised in challange and then fell down upon the small forcefeild, shattering it in two.

She laughed. 18 levels down in an hour, but still another 34 to go.

"Gaz!" Called Dib from his room, "Can you come here a minute?"

She sighed, putting down her game and ambling to his room.

"Yes, Dib?"

"Can you tell dad I'm going out tonight?"

"Erm..Sure..Where? Zim's house?"

"...You could say that."

She shrugged, having no time to decode Dibs message.

"Alright."

She turned and walked back to her room, ignorant to the idea that that would be the last time she would truley---and acceptingly---Have a brother.

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Dib looked back at the house, knowing he wouldn't see it again. He was being helped by the SEN, to move to a base in California. ZIM had moved his secondary transmission base down there, directly under a transmission signel under the Massives' main communication line. He was able to steal plans from other irkens and target their ships from there. Through that, ZIM would contact TAK and ressurect the Snack Plan.

Dinner tasted vulgar. Her dads attempt at chicken was fatal. She refused to eat, and instead lay down on her bed upstairs.

Gaz had been practicing the dark art of witchcraft latley, just dabbling in the spellbinding enough to know a couple of simple spells at least. It had all started two weeks ago at lunch.

Eov had wandered through the halls into the caf, pallid skin contrasting with stunningly icy blue eyes. She wore her usual attire; a long white gown. Her hair was long and black, and she wore a jeweled amulet. Eov was deep in studying the black arts; like spiritual rituals, witchcraft, among other things.

She had wandered into the back. Gaz noticed Dib was absent. She would've sat alone at her regular table, but that area had been having a food fight. So naturally, she secluded herself where it was safest; at Eovs' table, and conversation continued from there.