Greetings All. Happy Belated Holidays! I hope you had a wonderful time.
A/N: NOT DEAD YET! Er, yes, I was absent for a while. I apologize. I have missed writing. I have missed reading and reviewing your tales. Existence can be time consuming. Essentially, this chapter is short because I wanted to get something out so you would know that I have not abandoned you. (Have no fear, I will finish all that I have started.Eventually.)
Acknowledgements: Thank you my readers and as always, a special 'Thank You!' to you, my honourable reviewers. DibMagician, you honour me with such praise. Thank you! Cyborsmeet, I am glad you found your taquitos. Taquitos are good. As to your inquiry concerning Agent Darkbooty, I am afraid you will have to wait to find out. (evil smirk!) DoomDib777 and Maran Zelde, Thank you both for saying I explain things well. I sometimes worry about that. If anyone ever has any questions or confusion, just let me know and I will see what I can do to remedy the situation, though I may not be able to immediately, as it may give away the plot, such as the case of the Irken metal thingy. Ckret2, Thank you for the questions to answer. Kiaya Beck, yes your review was coherent, and very much appreciated. I am embarrassed about my error concerning conquer and concur, but am pleased you pointed it out. I will be more careful of my usage in the future. Ketsuban Reloaded, while it is true I am dyslexic, I wouldn't call myself "foreign". Foreign is such a relative term. It all depends on where I am or whom I am speaking to. For the record, I am a US citizen. YAY! And er, while it is true I am multi-lingual, English is a primary language. (It is pretty much the only language I have used in the last seven years.) My grandmother, as a teacher, holds English in the highest of regards; (she believes it is the only language at least someone will know in any given country, (though I have my doubts as to whether this is true or not.)) followed closely by etiquette. As chitlens, (children) she took it upon herself to make sure we had a fair amount of training in both areas, as well as all other aspects of academic studies. So, this is not really "incredible." Sorry if you feel misled. As for Nosferotz, that is what the Neplotn call them. They are based on Nosferatus, but not completely. (Gotta luv those old, silent, German, vampire flicks!) Invader 2-D, I am sorry to make you wait to see what happens during the injections, but this and the next chapter must take place first, so patience, please.
A/N: This and the next chapter may be a tad misleading. Just remember, things are not always as they first seem, and all are imperative to the tale. This is an important chapter, (aren't they all?!), but it's significance will not be immediately revealed. Kind of like the lump of Irken metal Dib carries in his pocket. (No, I haven't forgotten it. It will play an important roll in the future. It has been seemingly forgotten for a reason.) Please practice patience, all will be revealed in the end.
Disclaimer: I own none of the amazing characters from Invader Zim. All that is IZ belongs to Jhonen and Nick. I cannot wait for the DVDs. I WILL OWN THEM ALL!
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
"Enough questions for now." Zim heard the professor stand up. "Tape his mouth and meet me in nazre skos. We need to prepare the injections."
Zim paled. He had forgotten all about the impending injections. For an eternity crammed into a moment, Zim was lost in his own nightmare world. Zimmy zombie monsters, horrible mutations, turning into meat, (again), Zim shuddered as his mind played mini horror movies about what the injections might do.
It was Professor Membrane who snapped Zim back from his fear induced stupor.
"Prepare the Irken in the nazre lilk skos. Take the robot also. We need to keep the CPE in check."
The CPE! Perhaps the Chaotic Probability thingy could save him somehow. If it really was as powerful as they claimed it to be and was sentient, perhaps he could talk it into rescuing him from the injections. Even the professor had said that he didn't want the CPE to know what was going on. For once, Zim wished that GIR was not near him with his dampening abilities. For the first time since he had learned about the CPE thingy, he wished it was in control.
As he listened to the sound of chairs being pushed back against a plush carpet and the low foreign murmurs those around him, a plan began to form in Zim's fear-drenched mind.
'Stupid Neplotn Stinkbeasts! They think they can control ZIM? They have to untie me to move me. Maybe I can't escape, but if I can move around enough and somehow break GIR's containment cell GIR can escape and leave, then this Chaotic thingy can free Zim.'
Zim would have smiled if the tape would let him. Instead he settled for a triumphant wiggle. 'THIS CAN'T FAIL! I AM AMAZING!' With his plan set, it was only a matter of time.
He didn't have to wait long.
Zim jerked his antennae in surprise as the chair he was tied to was pulled backwards.
Closing his eyes, he readied himself.
'This was it! Prepare to struggle! Prepare to free GIR!'
Zim felt firm hands grip his arms as his bonds started to loosen. Instantly he started moving. Struggling to free himself from the vice-like hands. For a moment, he was afraid that his plan would fail. He couldn't really move around much with such a firm grip. Then another plan entered his mind and Zim visibly relaxed. He pressed his antennae flat against his skull in a show of submission, letting his captors' feel that they were in control. As he had hoped, by the time they loosened his feet they were far more careless in restricting his movement. In a sudden explosion of violence, he tore free from their grip, aiming blindly towards Gir's containment chamber. Caught of guard, his captors let out a string of what sounded like curses before yelling amongst themselves while trying to detain him. A crash, a crack, and the shrill voice of GIR signaled his triumph. His captors increased their noise making.
'GIR is free. VICTORY FOR ZIM!'
No. Not victory. Not yet. He still had to tell GIR to leave.
"Master!" Gir's squealed, his voice sounding right next to him. "I Missed YOU!"
He had to tell GIR to leave NOW! But How?
With an extra strong jerk, Zim succeeded in pulling a hand free. He violently ripped the tape off his mouth, and a fair amount of skin with it. Ignoring the pain and taste of blood running into his mouth he yelled with all of his might.
"GIR! GO TO THE BASE NOW! GO THERE AND FIND HELP! NOW!"
"Yes My Master!" Gir stated, acknowledging his command. His voice was almost lost in the chaos.
The distinct sound of Jet boots kicking on marked Gir's exit.
'Now it was Victory for Zim!'
Yet before Zim had a chance to relish his accomplishments, things started to happen. If possible, the noise in the room increased, if only for a second. Just before something slammed into him, essentially drowning out all sound. Zim screamed as a severe jolt of electricity coursed through his pod and quickly spread throughout his entire body, from the tip of his antennae to the bottom of his feet. At first, the pain was unbearable, but as the electricity continued to course thought him, he began to feel a strange numbness, almost as if the electricity had found a release and was flowing from him, using him as a conductor. As he slipped into unconsciousness, Zim could have swore he heard Gir screaming, "I'm running! I'm running!" He smiled despite himself.
'Just like GIR!'
A/N: NOT DEAD YET! Er, yes, I was absent for a while. I apologize. I have missed writing. I have missed reading and reviewing your tales. Existence can be time consuming. Essentially, this chapter is short because I wanted to get something out so you would know that I have not abandoned you. (Have no fear, I will finish all that I have started.Eventually.)
Acknowledgements: Thank you my readers and as always, a special 'Thank You!' to you, my honourable reviewers. DibMagician, you honour me with such praise. Thank you! Cyborsmeet, I am glad you found your taquitos. Taquitos are good. As to your inquiry concerning Agent Darkbooty, I am afraid you will have to wait to find out. (evil smirk!) DoomDib777 and Maran Zelde, Thank you both for saying I explain things well. I sometimes worry about that. If anyone ever has any questions or confusion, just let me know and I will see what I can do to remedy the situation, though I may not be able to immediately, as it may give away the plot, such as the case of the Irken metal thingy. Ckret2, Thank you for the questions to answer. Kiaya Beck, yes your review was coherent, and very much appreciated. I am embarrassed about my error concerning conquer and concur, but am pleased you pointed it out. I will be more careful of my usage in the future. Ketsuban Reloaded, while it is true I am dyslexic, I wouldn't call myself "foreign". Foreign is such a relative term. It all depends on where I am or whom I am speaking to. For the record, I am a US citizen. YAY! And er, while it is true I am multi-lingual, English is a primary language. (It is pretty much the only language I have used in the last seven years.) My grandmother, as a teacher, holds English in the highest of regards; (she believes it is the only language at least someone will know in any given country, (though I have my doubts as to whether this is true or not.)) followed closely by etiquette. As chitlens, (children) she took it upon herself to make sure we had a fair amount of training in both areas, as well as all other aspects of academic studies. So, this is not really "incredible." Sorry if you feel misled. As for Nosferotz, that is what the Neplotn call them. They are based on Nosferatus, but not completely. (Gotta luv those old, silent, German, vampire flicks!) Invader 2-D, I am sorry to make you wait to see what happens during the injections, but this and the next chapter must take place first, so patience, please.
A/N: This and the next chapter may be a tad misleading. Just remember, things are not always as they first seem, and all are imperative to the tale. This is an important chapter, (aren't they all?!), but it's significance will not be immediately revealed. Kind of like the lump of Irken metal Dib carries in his pocket. (No, I haven't forgotten it. It will play an important roll in the future. It has been seemingly forgotten for a reason.) Please practice patience, all will be revealed in the end.
Disclaimer: I own none of the amazing characters from Invader Zim. All that is IZ belongs to Jhonen and Nick. I cannot wait for the DVDs. I WILL OWN THEM ALL!
Zim Yuifa Novekt, nazre trem
Time Unknown.
"Enough questions for now." Zim heard the professor stand up. "Tape his mouth and meet me in nazre skos. We need to prepare the injections."
Zim paled. He had forgotten all about the impending injections. For an eternity crammed into a moment, Zim was lost in his own nightmare world. Zimmy zombie monsters, horrible mutations, turning into meat, (again), Zim shuddered as his mind played mini horror movies about what the injections might do.
It was Professor Membrane who snapped Zim back from his fear induced stupor.
"Prepare the Irken in the nazre lilk skos. Take the robot also. We need to keep the CPE in check."
The CPE! Perhaps the Chaotic Probability thingy could save him somehow. If it really was as powerful as they claimed it to be and was sentient, perhaps he could talk it into rescuing him from the injections. Even the professor had said that he didn't want the CPE to know what was going on. For once, Zim wished that GIR was not near him with his dampening abilities. For the first time since he had learned about the CPE thingy, he wished it was in control.
As he listened to the sound of chairs being pushed back against a plush carpet and the low foreign murmurs those around him, a plan began to form in Zim's fear-drenched mind.
'Stupid Neplotn Stinkbeasts! They think they can control ZIM? They have to untie me to move me. Maybe I can't escape, but if I can move around enough and somehow break GIR's containment cell GIR can escape and leave, then this Chaotic thingy can free Zim.'
Zim would have smiled if the tape would let him. Instead he settled for a triumphant wiggle. 'THIS CAN'T FAIL! I AM AMAZING!' With his plan set, it was only a matter of time.
He didn't have to wait long.
Zim jerked his antennae in surprise as the chair he was tied to was pulled backwards.
Closing his eyes, he readied himself.
'This was it! Prepare to struggle! Prepare to free GIR!'
Zim felt firm hands grip his arms as his bonds started to loosen. Instantly he started moving. Struggling to free himself from the vice-like hands. For a moment, he was afraid that his plan would fail. He couldn't really move around much with such a firm grip. Then another plan entered his mind and Zim visibly relaxed. He pressed his antennae flat against his skull in a show of submission, letting his captors' feel that they were in control. As he had hoped, by the time they loosened his feet they were far more careless in restricting his movement. In a sudden explosion of violence, he tore free from their grip, aiming blindly towards Gir's containment chamber. Caught of guard, his captors let out a string of what sounded like curses before yelling amongst themselves while trying to detain him. A crash, a crack, and the shrill voice of GIR signaled his triumph. His captors increased their noise making.
'GIR is free. VICTORY FOR ZIM!'
No. Not victory. Not yet. He still had to tell GIR to leave.
"Master!" Gir's squealed, his voice sounding right next to him. "I Missed YOU!"
He had to tell GIR to leave NOW! But How?
With an extra strong jerk, Zim succeeded in pulling a hand free. He violently ripped the tape off his mouth, and a fair amount of skin with it. Ignoring the pain and taste of blood running into his mouth he yelled with all of his might.
"GIR! GO TO THE BASE NOW! GO THERE AND FIND HELP! NOW!"
"Yes My Master!" Gir stated, acknowledging his command. His voice was almost lost in the chaos.
The distinct sound of Jet boots kicking on marked Gir's exit.
'Now it was Victory for Zim!'
Yet before Zim had a chance to relish his accomplishments, things started to happen. If possible, the noise in the room increased, if only for a second. Just before something slammed into him, essentially drowning out all sound. Zim screamed as a severe jolt of electricity coursed through his pod and quickly spread throughout his entire body, from the tip of his antennae to the bottom of his feet. At first, the pain was unbearable, but as the electricity continued to course thought him, he began to feel a strange numbness, almost as if the electricity had found a release and was flowing from him, using him as a conductor. As he slipped into unconsciousness, Zim could have swore he heard Gir screaming, "I'm running! I'm running!" He smiled despite himself.
'Just like GIR!'