Ch 6: Scars
Disclaimer: IZ does not belong to me. The characters Jennifer, Heather, Allison and Brandy belong to me big time! I ate a taco...so delicious...
"Never miss family night again, Dib, of suffer my wrath of pain" Gaz threatened her older brother as she walked out of the house to do whatever it is a Demon Queen does outside of her abode. When Gaz was out of earshot, Brandy sighed. "I'm sorry, Dib. If I had known that I would get you into so much trouble-" Dib puts his hand on her mouth gently to quiet her "It's nothing" the large-headed boy said to his girlfriend, "She'll get over it." But then Gaz returned and punched Dib in his side. "To hell I will" the spooky Demon Queen muttered as she stalked off in search of a soul that escaped from her GS2.
Normally Dib could take Gaz's blows, but, due to the fight he had gotten into with Zim, Dib was doubling over in searing pain. "Dib, are you all right?"
"Do I look all right?" Dib moaned excruciatingly. The brunette helped him up. "Come on, let's put some ice on those bruises you got yesterday."That apparently bothered Dib, because the next thing he said was- "No, I'm okay now, that won't be necessary." They made their way into the kitchen. Dib resisted as Brandy tried to take off his shirt. "Stop being a baby Dib. Those bruises won't heal very nicely if they don't get taken care of."
"I'll be all right! Really, I will." By then Professor Membrane walked in, and heard the last two sentences of the conversation, "DIB, TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!"
"BITE ME!"
"Dib!" The duo turned to see who else was in the room. They blushed realizing that the last thing they both said came out wrong. "Why is there a girl attempting to rip off your shirt, and why in the kitchen!" The now embarrassed brunette let go of Dib's shirt, stood up straight and put her hands behind her back, as if trying to hide something she didn't want Prof. Membrane to see. "I can explaiiin..." Brandy extends the 'i' as she speaks. "Dad, this is Brandy. Brandy, this is my dad." Dib decided that more that ever this was the right time for an introduction. Cautiously, Brandy extends her right hand, left still behind her back. Prof. Membrane accepts it, equally as cautious. "It's nice to meet you, sir"
"Dib, you still didn't answer my questions, and I demand for a reply." Getting back into her 'crazy' mode, Brandy zips over to Dib and lifts up his shirt. "He's got bruises that need ice on them sir. What the-" Brandy looked down to see an ugly scar on Dib's side. She takes a step back to speak eye-to-eye with Dib. "Is that why you didn't want my help? You were embarrassed about that scar?"
"Yeah, pretty much"
"Where'd you get it?"
"Zim stole my kidney in elementary school." Dib and Brandy seemed to forget that prof. Membrane was still in the room, for they both jumped when the scientist cleared his throat. "Dib, where did you get those bruises? Was it her?" Prof. Membrane dramatically points to Brandy. "Wha- you think I did this! Do I look like a man-beater!" It dawned unto Brandy that, clad in her combat boots and punky hair, it was the wrong question to ask him. "It wasn't me, it was that alien Zim." At this, Prof. Membrane turns to Dib. "I'm glad you found someone just as insane as you, son, but the next time you two go at it, make sure you're not in the kitchen."
Abruptly, the scientist leaves the house to find a cure for cooties (yes, it's an actual disease in my little world), leaving the two alone. "Well then..." Brandy starts, "... I guess we should...get some ice on those bruises..."
"What? Oh, yeah...whatever..." Dib took off his shirt as Brandy went to the freezer for some ice. "Dib, I want you to know that I don't see anything shameful about scars."
"You don't? Most people think that scars are gross." Brandy placed some ice on a bruise near Dib's shoulder. "Well, I'm not like most people. Let me tell you what I think: scars tell a story, a story of something that happened in a person's life. They remind us of why we fight the battles that life throws at us." Brandy ran her finger down Dib's scar. "Your scar reminds you of why you fight Zim, To protect your home and everyone in it." Dib suddenly remembered something he saw the day they both confessed their love to each other. "And that scar on your hip?" Brandy gasped. "I thought you didn't catch a glimpse of that." Dib gazed into Brandy's eyes. "What does that remind you of?" The paranormal investigator saw tears form in Brandy's eyes as she jerked her head away. What he didn't see was that her eyes started glowing yellow. "It reminds me...of why I hate people like Torque so much." Eyes fading back to blue-green, Brandy turns back to Dib. "I'll tell you what happened someday...but only when I'm ready to tell you...And when you're ready to hear." Dib, seeing that Brandy didn't want to discuss the topic any further, dismissed it completely.
When Brandy was finished helping Dib with his bruises, they hung out in Dib's room, discussing the existence of Chupacabras. "You should talk to my dad. He said he saw one on the side of a highway a few years ago." Dib wrote down a memo to do just that. Brandy looked to the clock on Dib's dresser. "Oh crap! It's getting late, I should head home."
"But the sun's still up." Dib protested. He really didn't want her to leave... "Yes, well..." there was a long pause, then a "IgottagoI'llseeyouatskool!" Before Dib could protest further, the brunette dashed down the hall and out the door. "That was...odd..." Dib said to himself. Just then Gaz walked in. "What did you do? Did you scare your girlfriend away?" Dib shot Gaz the nastiest glare that she would allow, which was a very offended scowl. "No I didn't!" He said. 'Or did I...'
Brandy didn't come home that nightbecause she told her parents that she was spending the night at a friend's house. That couldn't have been further from the truth.
(A/N: I know, hella short, but I'll keep you at this cliffhanger because I am PURE EVIL! O.K, not so, because I'll be updating soon. Then you will know the truth! the truth of how I hate turkeys- no wait, that's not the secret...)