Still No ZADR!
(And it's going to stay that way!)
Dib rubbed his temples as he walked up the stairs to his room. An extremely intense headache had developed moments after Tenna's departure. On his way to his bedroom Dib passed the bathroom and decided to grab some Tylenol. Dib walked up to the mirror and opened it. There were two bottles, one that said Tylenol and the other one (which I might add glowed) said, Advanced Tylenol with the additive of Super toast crumbs. Dib decided to go with the medication that his father hadn't made with super toast. Dib snaked his hand around the glowing bottle and grabbed some medication. He dropped three pills into his hand and popped them with no water.
Dib's eyes watered as the three pills moved as slowly as they could down his throat. Immediately he was filled with regret, next time use water! Dib slipped off his impartial faced shirt and replaced it with a light blue button pajamas shirt. He pulled off his boots and changed into his pajama bottoms. Dib lied down on his bed his head still pounding the pain increasing each time his mind repeated these words, "She likes me, she hates me, she loves me, she hates me, she likes me, she hates me…" he sighed right now he felt like just saying whatever and going to sleep. Down stairs the front door creaked open loudly. Then he heard loud footsteps probably coming from small but thick boots. Why, you may be wondering, is Dib able to distinguish the difference between light and heavy boots? Well when you're as obsessive compulsive as Dib you learn to identify almost ever noise around you. For instance, at this time the sound of thick boots, soft grumbling, and the beeping noise a video game on low batteries makes Dib could tell it was his younger sister, Gaz coming home…at ten…on a school night…despite the fact she had no friends and there were no new video games coming out. Dib sat straight up in bed the headache now taking a back seat to his thoughts. "What the heck? Why would Gaz be out late and where would she go? I wonder if she was meeting some one or if she was out alone. No Gaz wouldn't be meeting anyone! She hates people… so why do I feel so uneasy?"
"Because you're starting to realize how creepy it is that you talk to yourself." Dib looked over at the doorway. Gaz, it appeared, had frozen in her trek to her room when she noticed Dib's monolog.
"Hey it's rude to listen to some else's conversation…that they're having with them…self." He fell silent a moment once again slightly ashamed of his inability to have an inner monolog, or at least a soliloquy since this is a written story. (for those of you who don't know what a soliloquy is, ya know how on that show Malcolm in the Middle, how he talks to the camera and nobody can hear him? Yeah, one of those.)
"What are you doing out so late?" he demanded attempting to pull attention away from himself while getting an answer to the question he had asked himself.
"I'm not out. If I was out I wouldn't be having this conversation with you." She turned and began to walk away under her breath she muttered, "Big headed idiot thing."
Dib's pupils shrunk to tiny dots, he now knew where Gaz had been. She called him a lot of things, (most of which I cant type if I wish to keep with rating) but she wasn't one for big head jokes. And she had tagged on the word thing. Dib shuttered as a cold prickling feeling traveled from the base of his neck to the bottom of his spin, his sister had been hanging out with an alien bent on destroying the earth!
It was futile to argue with her this late at night. Well there was the up side that when she knocked him out it would be the right time of day but he preferred to keep his glasses intact. Talk to Gaz about her horrible mistake that was his mission. Side note; try to be diplomatic and not to get hurt. He rolled over and attempted to sleep.
Gaz sat on the edge of her bed. The room was dark, but there was just enough light to make everything even eerier. The walls were lined with demonic looking stuffed animals whose eyes seemed to glow as they watched you. She had a few posters most of which would make normal people step back into the hall and run far, far away. There was one for a band called Doom Squirrel with the figures of three scary, skinny men with white eyes. They seemed to glare down from the wall. She had more posters, probably too many to list. Even her wallpaper and interior design in general could creep some one out. Skulls, just skulls. Skull wallpaper, skull bedposts, skull comforter, skulls had been painted on the ceiling fan which was slowly rotating over head, and a skull rug next to her bed on top of the purple shag rug. In the corner of her room there was a silver full-length mirror with a large crack going down the center and splitting off into two cracks near the bottom.
Gaz's head was down, bowed in thought. She was feeling very confused about herself and Zim. Gaz shivered a little as the air seemed to rap around her bare neck, coil and squeeze like a snake trying to take her life. She reached up and pulled out her pigtails slowly. There was a sort of comfort by having her soft purple hair slipping over her shoulders. A large section of her hair on either side of her head fell before her face.
Flash back
Gaz sat on the couch staring at Zim. He looked at her expectantly, almost pleadingly. Her back straightened she now was sitting as still as a statue. "Gaz this plan Zim has created is the greatest plan yet! Zim is going to wipe out all life on this planet, especially the Dib." He muttered the last part under his breath, "Zim will use GIANT rockets to move the Earth away from the sun chilling it enough for all eco-life to be OBLITERATED! And you could join Zim. After I finish this assignment Zim will move on to other planet and it would be…helpful to have another creature there. You know, another species' perspective…"
The two stood/sat there in silence for a while finally Zim pried, "Well, Human Gaz?" he still tagged his little prefixes or suffixes on to her name almost every time, it was never just Gaz. She could almost smile at the fact she was thinking about Zim's speech but that really wasn't in her nature.
"Zim," she said standing up. The purple haired teen cleared her throat, "You wish to know my decision?"
"Yes that is what Zim wants now tell me!" her eyes flickered around the room. Gaz opened her mouth… then dashed over to the window and dove out. She tumbled through the grass and just kept going. Zim just stood there a moment. As Gaz ran into the darkness of the street away from the glowing green house she glanced over her shoulder at Zim who was leaning out the window, "I'll give you an answer tomorrow!" she screamed back at the alien but kept going. After about three blocks she stopped running and let out a breath. She fell back against a wall to rest. Then after about five minutes she headed home, which was in the other direction from which she had run.
Flash back over
Gaz shook her head and more purple hair collected to form a sort of curtain. She raised her eyes and caught sight of her own reflection. It was some what warped; her face was split into two parts by the crack on the glass one slightly higher than the other. She saw a girl with light purple hair covering her face and upper torso. She saw her bent over posture and clenched fists with her lower arms resting on her knees, her black dress hung down to just below the knee and her purple stockings seemed to match the room. They lead in to a pair of thick leather boots that raised her height at least two inches. She didn't really care about appearances. The only appearance that she really noticed was that if someone looked like an idiot they probably were. Still she didn't judge people by their looks, if they looked smart they were probably still an idiot. As I already mentioned earlier Gaz didn't care about physical appearances but she did like things to have a certain look to herself and the things she owned. That was why she had bought an already broken mirror.
Being the daughter of Prof. Membrane money really was never an issue for her or her brother and yet they still wore the same clothes every day. Despite the fact that they were loaded they were never spoiled. Maybe it was the blatant child neglect from their father or maybe they were just too smart to allow themselves to become a spoiled brat. Gaz's lack of caring for money most likely came from the fact she was smarter than that. She knew how stupid and pointless it was to allow one's self to become a glamour-loving princess. No, she knew what the world had to offer and she didn't care. She didn't care about the idiots that surround her, she didn't care about the environment they were destroying, and she didn't care for any of it!
Or at least she didn't before. In fact she had wished doom upon this world countless times but as she had with the Tak situation Gaz felt there was really no other choice but to help her people. Still…she actually had a sort of friendship with Zim. A friendship for god's sake! Gaz had never had a friend, or an interest in making on but she had a friend non the less and was feeling torn the though even crossed her mind, "Well it might be cool to see if what they say is true, that there was intelligent life out in the galaxy." She already knew the answer to that question so why ask it? The answer of course was NO!
"A friend, Zim or my planet?" she could feel the warm blood pumping through her temples every half beat. Gaz rested her head in her hands, "I don't care. I don't care. I really don't care; I hate this world and everyone in it. The only thing I like is Bloaty's Pizza and Di…" her eyes popped open and her pupils shrunk to dots. Had she just tried to say that she liked her brother? Did she say he was one of her sole reasons for liking this world? No! She didn't, she couldn't!
"Must sleep," she said out loud. Gaz unclasped her skull necklace and set it on the floor. Then she dropped her dress and clothes to be replaced with a pink nightshirt longer than her usual dress. On the center of the chest there was a small pink bunny with the word, "Filler Bunny" in big purple block letters. The pounding blood in her head only increased she could now hear the blood pumping and the sound of her own heart seemed to becoming from the sides of her head. Gaz's face had picked up some color turning slightly pinkish and the pain was steadily increasing, "Must sleep," she reiterated and crawled under the covers and squeezed her eyes tighter shut than normal trying to escape the pain of the throbbing head ache and the horror of an actual moral decision using her…feelings! Gaz clenched her teeth and demanded that her body go to sleep immediately, or else! Of course threatening yourself was never that useful a tool but her body knew what Gaz was capable of and obliged.
Zim walked back and forth through his living room. The red eyes flickered around the room for the ninth time. Had he made a mistake? Was it possible that the great Zim had misjudged her? She was related to his greatest enemy but he was sure she was different. In all the years he had been on the planet she had only showed mild interest in destroying his mission, if that. He had thought he could trust her! It was clear from her running away that for the first time, to his knowledge, Zim had been wrong.
"Well." He said thinking out loud, "The Gaz had said she would answer tomorrow. If she chooses correctly than Zim will be satisfied but if she is foolish," he said, his eyes narrowing, "than I will be forced to destroy her, maybe even said a message to the Dib Pig!" he cackled evilly but to any observer they would have seen in a second his heart was not in it. Zim, it seemed, did not want to hurt this particular human unless of course he had to. Zim closed his eyes and dropped on to the pink couch, "Zim will do what he must. The mission will continue as planned, Zim will not disappoint the Tallest!"
"The Tallest…what fools!" Tak spat angrily. She leaned on the side of her craft. Her purple eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. She was not bothering with her human disguise. Even if a human were to stumble three miles into the thicket of trees they would probably think she just had a skin condition and bad fashion taste. She was wearing her Irken Invader uniform but she was no longer an invader. Not in the tallest eyes or her own. After a defeat at the hands of the most incompetent fool to ever come from the smeet labs of Irk she had realized that that was no longer the point. She knew she had been stupid. All she wanted now was total destruction of Zim and anything that he cares about. Like his mission, his planet, his life. She would take it all, and she would do it too swiftly to be stopped but slow enough for him to suffer.
Also after one allows themselves to detach from their origins they can see the idiotic propaganda about the power system and greatness of their leaders the Almighty Tallest. They were fools with long torsos and that was it! They had been part of the reason for her misery and she was done with them. Well maybe she could use them. If her latest plan should work they might be so grateful that they might just make her part of the elite core despite the fact that it was still twenty years until she could take her test. Maybe she could prove herself without a standardized test. An antenna fell over Tak's face. She took her black-gloved hand and slicked it back as if it were hair. She licked her glossy green lips and pushed herself off the vehicle. She took a few steps and passed the front of the ship. She caught sight of her reflection. She looked as she had the first time she had come just older and better. She was tall, well at least tall for her species. Tak clicked a button on her suit and it phased into her human facade. She flicked the short purple hair out of her eyes and admired her creation. She had designed this person, this character, this mask by hand. It worked perfectly, she blended in with the humans and had attracted the attention of one of the few of the species who could aide her in her mission of destruction. She had managed to easily, with in minutes of her first interaction, to have almost complete control of the human, Dib. She glared off into space, but of course he was already under the control of another, this Tenna person thing. She had two choices with this issue, one: work harder to gain full control and make Dib forget about this girl entirely or Two: get rid of her, for a while if not permanently. A smile spread across Tak's now pale white lips, "I think I'll go with option two, then move on to the really fun part. Oh, you thought you were done with me Zim…you thought wrong." She began to laugh loudly, thoroughly enjoying her plotting. Destroy Tenna, then everything Zim holds dear and after that the finally Zim, himself falling at her hands. She could taste victory already, it tasted surprisingly salty, her victory would taste like blood.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Yes I'm aware that nothing much happened in that chapter but you really got into everybody's head! I just loved that malicy ending! I love to be creepy,(don't tell me it's not creepy it would break my heart! ) Any way even though no actiony things happened I still enjoyed writing it. Oh and if your wondering about the headaches well they say write what you know, right? Well whenever I get pissed my head starts throbbing! So that's where that came from. Well I hope you people know what I'm going through to get this garbage out to you. Here's a hint, it's 3:26 a.m! I wanted to finish this chapter before going to bed. But you know what I don't like going to bed before the sun comes up. I believe humans should be nocturnal, I know I'm at my best at two in the morning but whatever, right? Today was my last day of school so I can pull a few more of these all nighters. I'm leaving Sunday for a trip. It may take my a while to update so I'm going to try to throw together a chapter before then. Sorry I'm aware that I went into a tangent but I'm too lazy to delete it. So see ya in the next chapter, oh Disturbed is on the radio! Got to go, must listen attentively!