Ch 9: the boy who killed me
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Days turned into weeks. Late summer turned into fall and fall eventually collapsed into winter's grasp. It seemed that only the seasons changed as Zim was still concentrating on destroying all of humanity, and Dib and Brandy were stillthere to stop him. Scratch that. One other thing did change as well... Brandy's reputation as a homicidal maniac wore away like rough rock by the sea. They picked on Dib and Brandy often-but they did it with caution! Everyone knew that Brandy and Dib were still in that awkward stage of the relationship, so random bullies would push Brandy into Dib or Dib into Brandy so that one would fall on top of the other. Anyone in the hall would laugh as the couple would blush and leap off like the other was carrying the flesh-eating-virus. Anyway, Brandy still had her job at 'Le Restaurer' singing as Saturday's nightly entertainment. Dib came to watch her performances sometimes, and still marveled at the beauty of his lover's voice. Jennifer, Allison, and Heather(who still resented Dib dating her best friend and surrogate sister even though she made bets on when the two would first sleep together) moved out of the motel room back into the town they came from, even though it was painful that they won't see their friend for a long time. Gir also moved back into Zim's base, where he continued to defy his master until Zim kicked Gir out. Gir then moved in with Brandy, hoping that he'll see his red-headed crush if he stayed with one of her closest friends. No one really noticed it when a talking green dog came to the door. Well, no one except Brandy. "Gir? What are you doing here?" Gir gave Brandy the 'puppy eyes' of doom. "Master kick me out 'cuz I like your friend Red-Head Jenny a lot. Can I stay here?" Brandy thought for a moment. 'Hmm...it could be one of Zim's tricks to expose my secret, but then again, why would he send Gir for this mission if it is one at all...' "Say, Gir.." Brandy started, "Are you by any chance still working for Zim in a horribly organized plot to reveal my darkest most terrible secret?" Gir hesitated before speaking, "Oh, Zim cancelled his plan to steal your diary five weeks ago." Gir said in his Gir-ish voice. "But I don't keep a diary..."
"I think that's why he cancelled the mission." Gir responded in a southern accent. "Right...well then...come on in. We were just having tacos for dinner-"
"TACOS! WHERE? I LOVE TACOS- I LOVE THEM GOOD!" Brandy smiled. "I'm glad someone shares my obsession.."she mutters as she closed the door, denying any more snow entrance.
Meanwhile, Dib was conversing with Dark Booty via computer transmission. "So, agent Mothman, you still haven't captured the Fallen Angel?" of course not. The Fallen Angel was still at large as a vigilante, targeting mostly rapists and child molesters, with the occasional kidnapper here and there. Luckily for Brandy, whenever the victims she saved saw her, they didn't see her face. It was either too dark or they were too frightened to get a good look at her and remember her face. But what they do remember were her eyes. "No, not yet. But I'll capture her soon" Dark Booty sighed at Dib's words. "If she was just a normal vigilante I would just let her roam the streets...but no. She had to be a supernatural creature." Dib smiled. "And the sooner we catch her, the better." Dib moved to cut the transmission, "Oh, and one more thing Agent Mothman." Dib stopped to listen. "You mentioned something about recruiting another member about a few months ago. It took me that long, but I finally got clearance from my superiors." Dib jumped for joy. "Did the girl you mention tell you what alias she wanted to be under?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"And?"
"She wants her alias to be- Agent Siren"Dark Booty stroked his chin. "Agent Siren. Odd title...but it has a ring to it nonetheless. Dark Booty out" Dib cut the transmission. Just then, a silhouette with a shape Dib was familiar with appeared at his window. "Open the window Dib-stink! I have important news for you." Instinctively Dib drew the water pistol that he forgot to take out of his pocket earlier that day. "Zim, what are you doing here?"
"Open the window and let me in- It's freezing! And the snow burns! Besides, I have information on a certain Fallen Angel you've been pursuing to capture." Without question but still brandishing the water pistol, Dib lets his archenemy in. "So.. What's the information you have for me?" Dib asks suspiciously. Zim whips out of his PAK a T.V. screen-thing similar to the one Brandy had destroyed. Dib gasped at what he saw. "Now do you see why your mate wouldn't help you on your mission to capture the Fallen Angel? I guess she didn't want to complicate things-" Another picture of Brandy in her winged form was held in Dib's shaking hands. "No, no it can't be- her eyes those are not her eyes. Brandy, she wouldn't kill anyone slowly and painfully like the Fallen Angel-" But then he remembered her first day of skool, how she almost drowned Torque by means of force-feeding him milk...what she said to him... 'people like you make me sick...' more memories flooded during that first week- 'the harassment is why I hate people most of the time...' then he remembered what she said about the scar on her hip. 'It reminds me... of why I hate people like Torque so much...' The scar! Of coarse! Somehow, Dib knew that her scar was connected to all of this. Why she is this way...why she kills... "Get out now, Zim. There's somewhere I have to be."
"What now? Are you going to turn in your mate to the earth authorities?" Zim stood in between Dib and the door. The paranormal investigator gave his archenemy a stare colder than the weather outside. "It depends...on what she tells me." Pushing Zim out of the way, Dib bolted down the stairs and out the door into the freezing weather.
"Brandy!" Dib burst into the house, panting from the running from his house to Brandy's. Brandy was alone. Her family had gone into the town they lived in before to gather what was left to move from her old home to the new one. "Is it true? Are you the Fallen Angel?" Brandy rose from the couch she was sitting on. In a melancholy tone she responded "Gir told me that Zim had gotten another picture of me and was going to show it to you." She looked up to Dib, who gasped. Her eyes had turned the piercing yellow that he saw in the picture. "You are the Fallen Angel. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I told you I would explain when we're both ready. And I think that time is now." Dib sat down on the couch, ready for Brandy to begin. "It all started about a year ago. It was my freshmen year of high school. I wasn't accepted by anyone except Jennifer, Allison, and Heather." tears streamed down her face as she continued. "The boys were the worst. You remember what I said at Bloaty's? Yeah, it was like that...only...it never stopped..until I called the cops." Dib intently listened to Brandy's story. "Two guys weren't particularly happy with what I did. So one night, as I crossed the bridge over the river for home, they attacked me. One had a knife, and the other was unarmed." The brunette took a deep breath, then continued. "I refused to let them rape me, so the one with the knife stabbed me in the hip, then dropped me over the bridge, leaving me for dead. Strangely enough, the only body that was discovered the next day was that of the boy with the knife." Dib interrupted his girlfriend's story to ask "So you didn't die?"
"Oh, I did die all right. But I was resurrected, as this." Brandy gazed at her clawed hands(the claws I forgot to mention were retractable), then broke down into tears. "I don't know who brought me back, but I do know that I'm not human anymore...sometimes I miss it."
"Why would you disappear every full moon?"
"That's when I transform even if I don't want to. I guess werewolves aren't the only supernatural creatures affected by the moon's sway." the brunette laughed bitterly. "Anyways, I didn't know that I died and was reborn until the first full moon. Luckily for me, no one was around when I transformed. I was confused at first, but then the memories came back to me...how I was attacked...how I died...and how I killed the Boy who killed me." She gave a Dib a look that was a cry for sympathy. "During the first three months, I couldn't control myself. I would go on killing rampages, but only targeting the predators of society: rapists, kidnappers, child molesters and serial killers were the usual victims I killed. I had no problem with eyewitnesses, mostly because I waited until my targets were alone to kill them."
"But I finally summoned up the willpower to gain control of myself during the full moon. And When I did, that was right before I met you." Dib was dumbstruck. "Right before- you mean on the island? The first night when we crash-landed?" Brandy nodded. "Now you know the real reason I was alone when you came to. I wasn't looking for food, I was looking for a way to gain control over this." Suddenly, Dib remembered: It was the full moon tonight! As black feathered wings sprouted out of Brandy's back she whispered loud enough so that he could hear. "Don't worry Dib. I would never harm the ones I love...your safe even when I'm this way." Dib staggered backwards, overwhelmed with confusion. "I don't know what to say...Brandy, I thought I knew you...I need some time to think." As Dib ran out of the house, Brandy recited something she read from a book, a lone tear streaming down her cheek. 'If you love something, set it free, and if it flies away, it was never meant to be...'
(A/N: We finally discover exactly what Brandy is.. But will Dib stay with her? Or will he turn her in to the Swollen Eyeballs? Will Gir move back in with Zim? Or will his rebellious streak persist? Find out in the next chapter!)