I apologize for the late update...my internet was down for a few days and I couldn't post this chapter.
Now for Chapter 12! Enjoy!


The room was dark and full of dust that hung in the air giving it a haze. The sounds of insects scuttling and the sound of wood creaking from above were enough noise to wake the figure lying on the floor in a pile of broken wood. Ruby eyes slowly opened as Zim regained consciousness. He remained still, eyes looking everywhere to figure out his whereabouts. He couldn't see a thing except for the little amount of light coming from above. He craned his neck, painfully, to look up at the ceiling. A large gaping hole was above him; he had fallen through. He let his head fall back down, chin landing on hard, splintering wood. Zim wondered if Dib was still alive up there or if he had been killed just as everyone else had.

THUD!

Zim's eyes turned lazily to look to his left; another wooden board had fallen from the ceiling. How long have I been out? Zim wondered and tried to move, but winced. His left arm was possibly broken. He turned his head to see and gasped when he saw clean, white bone sticking out of his elbow. Purple blood stained the floor and his shirt. He was lucky he hadn't bled to death. Zim began to sit up, slowly, without using his left arm for anything. His chest screamed with pain and his arm hurt like the devil, but he was good enough to walk. He stood up on wobbling legs, wincing a bit when he moved his broken arm. Once he was sure he could stay standing, Zim reached into his pack with his right arm and pulled out a soft material and began tying it around his arm. It was the same thing he had used to stop Gaz from bleeding to death. After he tied the ends together, using his spider legs for help, he looked around. It was too dark for him to see anything so he fingered the walls for a switch. Once his hand hit the bump of the switch he turned on the lights. Artificial light blinded him for a moment and once his eyes focused he found himself standing next to a door inside of a room he had never seen before. It was full of boxes covered in dust and clothes that lay forgotten in a corner. Spider webs hung everywhere, at every corner of the room.

"Where am I?" Zim asked himself.

Then his gaze fell away from the room and to the bronze doorknob. He reached a gloved claw out and turned the knob, slowly. He pushed the door opened and it squeaked causing Zim to wince and clench his eyes shut tight as if expecting a blow from something. Nothing came and Zim opened his eyes and stared into a dark room, lit only by the moonlight seeping through the cracks of the closed blinds. The thing Zim noticed right away was that there were no lights in the room. The room was also empty except for a single king sized bed in the center of the room. It had no sheets; just a white mattress that seemed to have stains of some sort on it. Zim moved closer, limping slightly from a sharp pain that exploded in his leg when he walked. His ruby eyes peered at the bed and gasped. The dark stains were blood. Blood that looked to have been there for many years, possibly over a decade or so. The alien took a few steps back before freezing up like an icicle. Something was in the room with him. He could just feel it. Zim straightened himself up to look as tall and as big as he possibly could.

"Anyone here?" He asked with a trembling voice.

Nothing answered, but Zim saw movement from the corner of his left eye and turned fast. He instantly regretted his fast action as his ankle twisted. He fell to the ground with an agonized scream. The pain was incredible, but he knew it wasn't broken because he could move it a little. He placed his good hand on the floor and tried standing, but fell back down with a pained moan. He couldn't move, it hurt too much to make even the slightest of movements. Then he looked up from his pained ankle to the bed in front of him. Just as he looked up he saw a dark figure move across the room, disappearing through the wall. Zim instantly reached up into his pack and pulled out one of his small ray guns and aimed it everywhere in the room, ready to pull the trigger if anything were to come at him.

"I am ready for you." Zim growled.

Nothing answered except for a CLICK from somewhere in the room.

Dib frowned. He was lost and he knew it. It didn't matter what turns he took or what direction he went, he wasn't going anywhere. In fact, he was sure that he was going in a large never-ending circle. This thing is just playing tricks with me, isn't it? Dib asked himself and crawled forward. His hand still burned from the impalement from the rusted nail. He would have to go straight to the doctors as soon as he got out of the Mansion. He wondered how infected his hand really was and lifted it up to his face, stopping his crawl. He gasped.

"Oh my gosh…this can not be good." He said to himself.

His hand was swelling up and turning into a sickly yellowish white. It was so inflamed that it looked like a liquid filled bubble just waiting to burst. It was the kind of swelling one usually got from burns; the skin would swell and fill up with fluids. It was quite disgusting and Dib didn't want to find out what kind of fluid was inside so he would have to be careful not to have it pop. He winced at the sudden image of it popping in his head, white fluids bursting from the inflamed palm. He set his hand down, softly, and began moving forward.

"Dib!"

Dib craned his neck to look behind him. Nothing was there. He could've sworn someone called him, and the voice sounded much like…Gaz's.

"Gaz?" Dib called, his voice echoed throughout the attic.

Nothing answered him; he shrugged and continued forward. His palm burned every time he set it down on the splintering wood floor. Dib felt cold sweat begin to bead along his forehead and he was aware of the second set of breathing coming from behind him. He tried ignoring the feeling of fear as the soft hairs pricked on the back of his neck. Goosebumps painted his flesh and his eyes were wide, but he kept moving. The breathing behind him grew louder signaling a decrease in distance between him and the follower. Dib began panicking and crawled as fast as he could. He began whimpering as he crawled. The pounding behind him was frightening and almost inhuman. How could anyone crawl and make the noise of ferocious bangs against the wood? Dib didn't know nor did he want to find out so he made a swift turn as soon as he saw a crack in the wall to his left that was just big enough for him to fit through. It was darker, but he could still see and crawled through the passage as fast as his hands and knees would let him go. His lungs burned and his heart felt like it would explode from his chest. The erratic banging continued following him as if it were his own shadow. It wouldn't slow or speed up, just kept maintaining a constant speed.

"DIB!" It cried from behind.

Dib let out a scream and scrambled away, the boards beneath him shook from the weight and he feared they would collapse as they had done to Zim. The wooden boards thankfully remained in place, only moving from the force of weight, which was applied.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dib cried out.

Tears of unimaginable fear streamed down Dibs cheeks and his chest seethed in pain. His vision became slightly blurred with the onslaught of tears and he couldn't wipe them away, he blinked them away and more wet, salty tears fell.

"DIB!" The raspy male voice cried again.

Dib couldn't reply, he could only whimper out cries of terror as he tried to make a greater distance between it and himself.

"Dib, please stop…I want you…I want you BAD!" The raspy voice gurgled.

Suddenly, ahead, Dib saw light flooding in through a circular pattern of cracks. It was moonlight. Dib knew that if he were to live he had to get outside those cracks.

"Come back Dib! I need you!"

Dib ignored the raspy voice and rammed his entire weight and added force to the pattern of cracks. They broke against the applied force and Dib fell through, landing on a soft fuzzy floor. A carpet. With a quick millisecond glance around the room Dib noticed a large sunroof on the ceiling and the moonlight shining down through the glass. Dib looked away from the ceiling and at the hole he had just come through, expecting the creature to jump out and maul him. No monster came form the hole and the raspy voice calling for him no longer made a noise because there was nothing there.

Dib backed away from the hole, catching his breath. He looked to his burning palm and gasped. The bubble had popped and now thick red blood oozed from his hand. He wasn't sure if that was good or not because he didn't think blood filled the inflamed wound. He looked around for something to wrap around his hand, but there was nothing in the room except for a red sofa on the opposite side of the room. He frowned and tore a piece of cloth from the arm of his trench coat and wrapped it around his palm, securing it with pressure from his hand since he couldn't tie it down with just one hand. He looked back to the hole in the wall and jumped back with a yelp. Red eyes glowed from the darkness of the hole glaring at the boy with utmost hatred and suddenly vanished into thin air.


I hope you all enjoyed that!
I need some ideas for the next chapter...I am having major writer's block right now and Ideas are greatly welcomed! I might not use them, but they would help me write the next chapter. Thanks!