Authors Note: I don't like real long author notes so I'll try and keep this one short. This one is MUCH more angsty. But I had a good day, and I'm jsut not a sad person soooooo this one isn't as angsty as the other two.Well, I shouldn't say that. The beggining isn't but then the middle picks up again.

Each chapter gets longer than the next. So for all of you who complained that my first two were too short, then I don't think that this one will satisfy you either. HAH!

Enjoy!

"Zim and big-head sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-E-N-G!"

"Nnnnoooo, more like dragging his limp body up the stairs. GIR, ngh, could you somehow, ugh, help me?"

"Okey dokey! I mean, YES MY MASTER!" Gir saluted, his eyes glowing red.

At this, the Sir unit fulfilled his master's wishes by violently shoving him out of the way and sending him crashing on his back. Grabbing Dib's collar, he pounced on the soft cushion of Zim's stomach and FLEW!

"Mush mushy sled, mush!" He sent Zim's sprawling body down the many flights of stairs he so painstakingly hiked up.

"Stop, ouch, using, ouf, me, ugh, as, eeeh, a….sleigh."

"You make funny noises, mister!"

Finally, after what seemed a lifetime to Zim, and a short pony-ride for Gir, they reached their destination; the bottom of the stairs.

"Good thing the elite Irken trainers has prepared me for such disasters. Hmm… was it course Klutz 101 or…? Can't remember. Anyway, thanks for your 'help' Gir, we're right back to where we started."

"Waffles!" was the only reply as Gir sprinted down to the elevator.

The elevator, now why didn't I think of that? "Yes Gir, good thinking. Just what I was about to suggest! I was just going up the stairs…to…um…test if the steps were working. And it was a thorough check. Now we don't have to worry about stubbing a toe, or something." Zim defended, his calm as smooth as sandpaper. But Gir was too busy to notice as he was teaching himself "sign language".

The trip up was short, but that suited Zim fine. He felt awkward standing there, Gir finding new meanings of his hand, and his nemesis lying on the floor at his mercy. That would be the second time Zim had so much power over Dib's fate. But he did not want to touch or be near him. At least not until he had to pull him out of the toilet transporter. Then he dragged him out to the couch, not really knowing what to do and not really trying to figure out. There…laying on his couch in a soft sleep, Zim watched Dib murmur and gurgle indistinguishable nonsense. He's kinda lucky. Not a care in the world. Not that he knows of the world right now, he's in total bliss. Full of dreams that he can only create, probably happy and carefree. But he's so ignorant, well…ignorance is bliss after all."

But Zim remembered back, last Halloween when the horrible, para-demensional monsters appeared out of Dib's head. And how he, Zim, was sucked into that nightmarish world. They might still be in there.

Maybe if I kill him now, I would end his suffering from those monsters, Zim pondred as he saw Dib wrestle with invisible forces in his dream reality. So he doesn't have to battle them any longer. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the trip thourhg the darker recesses of Dib's mind. Or maybe I should wait, to end him in bliss, if that's what he's really feeling. End his life in happiness so that's all he'll know. Remember in the last few moments of life complete freedom of worries. And maybe he'll thank me later on…up there. No, he mustn't think that. There was no one more important or beyond the Almighty Tallest. And all that the humans worshipped was a mirage of an image they'd like to think of themselves as. The greater good they'd call it.

Was this the force that drove him down to the laboratory, relive the moment of past he'd pushed away, and suffer an emotional breakdown from? Was it all to strive for the accomplishment of this greater good? Oh, he had spent way too much time with the humans. He wouldn't even consider this on his home planet.

He though it'd be easy. Land on Earth, set a base, destroy all life, and leave. Nice, neat and tidy, with no mistakes. But the humans were smarter than he though. He had to blend in with them if he were to destroy them. He had to understand their ways and in essence, become one. Maybe he was human all along, wrapped in Irken skin. Green, alien skin.

The word alien puzzled him then. He knew he was an alien to this race of humans. But now he felt more like an alien to himself. He looked down at his hands once more. Again he noticed how much it had a life. The constants moving, throbbing of each vein pumping blood through him. Spreading into each and every crevice of his body. He imagined it winding through his body like a restless snake leaving a trail of the oxygyn-laden fluids EVERYWHERE.

Looking back at Dib, he felt a strange emotion. Not the feeling that the sight of his hand had given him, but it was something else. Acceptation. He accepted Dib for what he did and endured. And what he WAS. Strangely, Zim wanted to know what he was too. Beneath the green skin.

The glove slowly slid off. Almost reluctantly but with a powerful drive of curiosity, Zim cut himself. It was easy with his long, needle-like claws. He only made a small-incision, a minor prick was all. He was expecting the slow gold-ooze to bleed from him. But instead he saw red. Red blood. Just like humans. Human blood. Inside of him. He was more human than he thought.

He was a human, in green skin, with red, LIVING blood. He now knew it to course through his veins. So then, why did he stop all others? He froze the blood in the human's veins, just stopped it. Looking out the window, he saw still, dead blood EVERYWHERE!

Authors Note: There you go. All my frustration and anger fit all into that last paragraph. Kinda gruesome isn't it? But I jsut finished reading a murder mystery (for Mr. kaeser's class) so it kinda fits. I wonder where Gir went in the middle of all this?