Okay, now it's time for Chapter 8!
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"Crap! There has to be some pain medication in here." Dib cried.
Dib was rummaging through the cabinets in the kitchen searching for anything to ease his sister's pain. Zim searched through his pack for something, but there was nothing but his ray guns and his crow bar.
"Look, Zim, I am going to go upstairs to the bathroom and see if there is anything up there, okay?"
"Sure, Dib-worm. I will stay and watch over your sister."
"Zim, if anything happens to her I will seriously hurt you." Dib threatened.
Gaz breathed deeply emitting a moan of pain. Breathing hurt, everything hurt. She felt as though she could die at any moment, then she felt something wet and cold on her forehead. Opening her eyes, Gaz saw Zim. He had placed a wet cloth on her forehead, risking contact from water. She smiled, but Zim didn't see because he stood back up and examined the kitchen for any kind of threat. I hope Dib hurries back. Zim thought as he stared at the kitchens exit.
Dib opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, leaving the door opened as he entered. He bent down to look through the bottom drawers and cupboards of the sink. Towels, shampoo, toothpaste, and lotions. No pain medicine anywhere. Dib slammed one of the drawers shut in frustration, he didn't pull his hand away fast enough and the drawer slammed onto his right thumb. Dib yelped in pain and pulled his pink thumb from the drawer and placed it in his mouth to try and dull the pain.
After several seconds the pain subsided and Dib looked in the last few drawers of the sink. The lights in the hall flashed, but Dib, being occupied didn't notice. He stood up and shook his head. He looked into the mirror and shrieked. Jake is right behind him, standing at the doorway of the bathroom. Hair was dripping wet, clothes soaked, and he was grinning manically. Dib swerved around and looked behind. Jake was not there. Dib's heart pounded in his chest, he placed his hand to his chest to calm himself as he took a deep breath. Nothing is there. He thought as he turned around turned around and looked back into the mirror. Jake is there again. He looked behind, but no one was there…not even a shadow.
"H-hello? Jake?" Dib asked quietly.
After he received no answer, Dib turned again and looked into the mirror and screamed. Jake was only an inch behind him and holding a knife above his head. Dib jumped away, hit the wall, and fell flat on his butt, eyes wide. Nothing was there. Jake was not standing in the bathroom, wielding a knife to kill him. It was just him, and his shadow. No one else was there with him. Maybe it was Zim playing a cruel joke.
"Zim? Zim is that you? Jake? Anyone?"
No answer. The only sound was of his own heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart in his chest. He caught something orange at the corner of his right eye. He turned fast and saw a bright orange tube of pills. He reached over and read the label. Pain medication. He smiled and twisted the white cap off to see how many pills were left. After removing the top he looked inside. Inside was a bloody, pale finger with pink nail polish. Dropping the pill bottle, Dib screamed.
Blood covered the floor around Gaz and even stained Zim's magenta shirt. Gaz had just begun coughing up blood, in massive spills, a few minutes after Dib had left. Nothing would stop the blood from coming from her mouth. Zim wondered if she had internal bleeding. Gaz began closing her eyes, she was so tired. Zim shook her to try and keep her awake, but she closed her eyes and slept.
"Stay awake, human." Zim ordered.
Gaz gave no response as her eyes closed. The alien panicked and shook he harder, no response. He gave a harder shake, but she didn't wake up. Her chest was moving up and down, so she was still alive, but how long would she last if she weren't awake?
Suddenly there was a sharp, high-pitched squeak.
"ACK!" Zim yelped.
Zim's head swerved to see the pantry door open. Nothing was there. Maybe it was the wind? Zim thought trying to ease his nerves. The air in the room chilled and Zim shivered, the lights began to flicker, on and off. His lavender eyes grew large and he jumped in front of Gaz, to protect her from anything, but nothing came as the lights stopped, remaining on.
Ring! Ring!
"ACK!" Zim yelped when the phone in the trash rang.
"ZIM!"
Zim turned to see Dib walking towards him, in his hand was an orange tube of pills. His hair was wet and clothes were damp, and when he moved his shoes made a mushy, wet noise. As if his shoes were full of water. Zim smiled slightly. Finally! Zim thought, but something inside him screamed. Something was not right.
Dib had thrown the finger filled bottle into the trash and was currently seeking for another tube of pain medication. This time, he hoped, it would be body-part free. He searched through the cupboards and the drawers a second time, but again he found nothing. He peeked up into the mirror. No one was there, this time. He sighed and stood up. A chill crept up Dib's spine as he turned around and saw a black figure move across the hall, passed the bathroom door. He jumped and gave a little gasp.
"What the heck was that?" He questioned himself.
He moved quietly and poked his head out into the hallway. He looked down the hall in the direction the figure moved in. He stared straight at the large closet at the end of the hall. Should I follow or not? He thought. He really should get back to Zim and Gaz, but then again if he followed this thing maybe he could kill it and save them. Despite his gut screaming to go back, Dib followed.
"I wonder what this thing really is…a ghost or a zombie…or maybe it's a new species." Dib whispered to himself in fear and wonder.
Down the hall he stopped at the closet door. He reached out and grasped the handle, turned, and pulled it opened. Dib walked inside and the door swung shut on itself. Dib yelped and swerved around. It was so dark, pitch black. He couldn't see anything. He felt around for the handle. He felt a hole where the doorknob should've been and realized there was only one knob…on the outside. He was trapped in the dark closet. He reached into the deep pocket of his trench coat and pulled out his blue lighter. He clicked the top up and fingered the rough switch. He flicked it, the small orange flame sprouted from the top.
The small amount of light from the flame gave just enough light for Dib to see where he was going. It was still very dark, but at least he could see a little. He saw nothing, but boxes. Stacked boxes and clothes hanging on racks. He shined the small flame around then he stopped to stare at a very dark corner in the closet. Through the immense darkness he could've sworn he saw something move.
Zim reached out to take the bottle, but as his hand got closer he shivered. He was so cold he may as well of been in the arctic snow with nothing but a t-shirt and shorts on. Now he knew something was most definitely not right. Dib wasn't right.
"Dib-beast?"
"Here. Fill her up! Make her eat every last pill." Dib said, but it wasn't Dib's voice.
Zim knew the voice, but from where. He sounded like a grown man not Dib.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Zim asked.
"Oh, you don't remember me? You should. You abandoned me Zim. You left me for it. You didn't let me out of the closet!" It said.
"What do you want with me? Are you the thing that's been calling?" Zim questioned, his voice squeaking from fear.
"Me? No. I just want to kill you."
Zim backed away and it moved forward. Dib's face went into an evil smirk, his teeth were sharp. They were as sharp as knives. Zim couldn't believe it. Then without warning, Dib struck him across the face. His contacts flew out from his eyes and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Zim held his sore cheek and jumped in front of Gaz. Dib grinned and lunged forward again, opening his mouth for a bite.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The pained scream lasted only seconds before silencing and the only sound that could be heard was the quiet ping of liquid falling to the floor.
Ping!
And nothing more.
Is Zimmy dead? What happens to Dib? Stay tuned for Chapter 9...
