Ch 7: The Fallen Angel's first victim

Disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez is the one who owns IZ, NOT ME! Call off the lawyers...pleeeezzze? Their sharp teeth hurts...

It was a full moon that clear night. Brandy was down by a stream, in her blue nightgown, sitting on a rock over the water, dipping her feet into the ice cold water. She was crying. "I wish I could tell you, Dib..." As she sobbed, she closed her eyes. Instantly, black feathered wings sprouted out of her back. She opened her eyes, now glowing a fierce yellow, to let her tears fall. Flowing down her cheek like a weeping waterfall, her tears soon left her face and fell into the water. By then, Brandy had already flown off.

The only good thing Brandy saw about her burden was that she could fly. Up in the cold sky she would fly free. Free as, well, a bird. Silent as a great horned owl, she perched atop a building, viewing the abandoned street below. It was lit by only the dim streetlights, revealing the graffiti on the walls of the buildings. Out of a dismal-looking club across from where Brandy was perched walked a pretty young woman. From what Brandy could tell, she was a naive woman, shy as well. A woman that could be easily shaken. Just then a man looking about five years older than her emerged out of the same club. He started shouting at her, telling her to come back to the club. The woman refused, and the man grabbed her. Flashes of bad memories came back to Brandy... the two boys down by the bridge...the one with the knife in his hand... Brandy felt the scar on her hip, watching the woman resist. When the man pulled her into a dark alley, that's when Brandy decided to cease watching, and to start acting. She flew down to the alleyway where the man was stripping the woman of her skirt. He was overwhelmed with fear as he saw the winged figure. "What are you?" The man fearfully asked Brandy. She responded in a calm, steely voice. "What does it matter to you? You're going to die soon" The man tried to run from Brandy, but with her gift of flight she was too fast for him. With her clawed hands she snatched the man from the ground like a bird snatches it's prey. Brandy slammed her victim against the brick wall. "Let me go, please-" the man sobbed. "Why? So you can go on to rape other helpless women? No... I think a slow, painful death is more fit for you..."Dispite the man's begging, there was no mercy in Brandy's words as she ripped out the man's eyes.

That morning-

'Today a body was discovered in an alleyway downtown.' Brandy was over at Dib's house, eating breakfast. The news was on. 'An eyewitness account confirms that the death of the man named Thomas J. Walker was in fact a homicide.' "Did you hear that, Brandy? A murder." Dib was eating a bowl of cereal, Brandy toast. "Yeah...murder." Brandy sighed, though Dib was too busy watching the news to notice. ' the eyewitness, Miriam Hall, claimed that if the killer had not taken Mr. Walker's life, she would have been a victim of rape' the t.v. screen showed an interrogation police have done of the woman Brandy saw the other night. ' She saved me from so much pain...she's an angel...a fallen angel.'

'Miriam Hall was asked to draw a picture of what she saw, and this is what came up.' The screen then displayed a quite inaccurate drawing of Brandy; It looked like a cross between a female gargoyle and an angel in the biblical paintings you see in church. 'I'm so glad that woman's night vision is so terrible...'

"Hey Brandy! What Miriam saw must have been a supernatural creature." Dib had interrupted his girlfriend's thoughts. "Really?"

"Yes...I should alert the Swollen Eyeballs at once!" Brandy stopped halfway to her toast. "Who're they?"

"An secret organization devoted to the paranormal. Once I inform them of this discovery, nothing will stop them from capturing this 'fallen angel'-" Brandy choked on the toast she just took a bite of. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just wondering why you're telling me this." Dib smiled. "I'm going to ask them if you could join us!" Brandy thought for a moment. 'If I join, I could find out what they're planning so I could escape from their attempts to capture me, but also it'll be harder to keep my identity a secret from Dib. What to do?' "Brandy? Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"So what do you say?"

"All right. I'll give it a go." 'I might as well take my chances'

During fourth period that day at skool, Brandy noticed something strange. It was the only period that she had alone with Zim, and he was somehow trying to contact her. A wad of paper flew from the other side of the classroom and hit Brandy square on the forehead. Realizing it was a note, Brandy uncrumpled the paper. It said:

I know your secret, human. Meet me in the music room during lunch so we can discuss this further.

Brandy wrote a reply and threw the paper back, who remained undetected by the sleeping Algebra teacher, Mr. Storm.

Your on Zim. No tricks, no weapons. Lay a finger on me and you'll be dismembered in a slow and excruciating way.

Zim's reaction was, in dark green ink:

No worries human. I just want to talk. You just come alone, and I mean WITHOUT the Dib-pig.

Fair enough.

At lunch:

"Hey, Dib?" The brunette said to her large-headed boyfriend. "Yes?"

"I have to make up a test, so I won't be joining you for lunch today."

"All right. See you in gym." For Brandy, ditching Dib was easier than she thought. She expected him to be suspicious, to question why she had to make up the test and why he couldn't come as well. But he didn't. Brandy wondered why, but not for long, for she was near the music room, where the door was ajar. Inside was Zim, in his disguise of coarse. "You made it, excellent." The Irken hissed with his reptilian-like tongue. "What do you want, Zim?"

"You know what I want. I want you to break your alliance with Dib, so I can continue to rain temporal doom without successful intervention onto him."

"Do you think I will listen to you?" The brunette turns to leave. "Have you already forgotten? I know your secret." Brandy stops, but keeps her cool. "And what is that secret, Zim? Do you have any proof?" A sinister smile spread across Zim's face. "As a matter of fact, I do have proof." Out of the alien's PAK came what looked like a small portable T.V. On the screen was Brandy in her winged form at the stream. Brandy's straight face turned to fury as her eyes glowed yellow. "You little- you've been spying on me haven't you?"

"BWAHAHAHAHA! I know what you are- or at least what you aren't: and your not human! You're just a freak trying to pass yourself off as a human."

"You're doing the same thing, Zim."Brandy's clawed hands bit into Zim's shoulders. "Tell anyone and I'll kill you. It wouldn't be much trouble for me; I've killed before."

"Ah, that little story on the news. So that was you, huh? With this proof, I could turn you in to the earth authorities-"

"proof?" Brandy snatched the T.V. thingy from Zim when he least expected it. Instantly it was crushed under her grip."What proof?" Zim growled. "Fine, freak-child. I'll keep your secret a secret for now. But when you least expect it, I will expose you for what you really are-"

"Okay, now you're sounding like Dib when he's talking to you." At this, Zim flinched angrily. "ME? Talking like the Dib-pig? Never!" Zim abruptly leaves the music room. "I'll get you someday, Freak-child, SOMEDAY-" the bell rang for class. "Gottagobye!"

(A/N The secret has been revealed! Brandy has a new nickname...and stuff.)