(I was finally about to brake the thought block! And this chapter had to be cut in two it was so long! Plus 12 is underway, so they will come. This will, however be my last post for a week or so because of vacation plans and band camp and all that good stuff. Ok, this chapter has a little angst, but some actiony scenes! So, I hope you like it!)
(Oh, the reviewers...Right. Capra hircus, sorry I confused you during the last chapter. His evilness could also be compared to his bitterness I guess, and yes, that finally made him crack…but more of his story will be explained in chapter 12. andalitebandit-6, it shall be explained in chapter 12! And I will continue with all the angst and some little fluff and really random things….The end of the next chapter after this one could possibly be considered wtf…but that's really up to you. )
(On with the chapter!)
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Evil Dib exited his room and went to a nearby intercom that led to the head research/experimentation lab. He pressed the button to speak. "Send the Slither. Give 732 full power over it, and inform him of plan Delta." There was a quick reply of 'sir' and everyone down at the lab became as busy as worker bees in a hive. Evil Dib sneered and kept walking, thoughts flying through his head. What the hell was happening? Did someone, or something for that matter, try to kill him while he was sleeping? Or was it really some subconscious thing? Or…He looked at his cybernetic arm. He shook the thought from his mind. He continued down the hall and entered a door at the end. It looked like garage, full of weaponry, battle Mechs and tanks, etc. He walked to the far end and went in between two fairly large Mechs. "Good, its still here."
What he was referring to was a custom chopper. (a.k.a. motorcycle.)(Don't all the bad guys seem to have one?) It was black and red (how original…), with a silver tribal pattern down the sides of the tank and finders. It had short chrome drag bars and chrome foot pegs instead of running boards. It had a big engine, 1800cc, that seemed to shine in the dim light of the garage. On the custom leathered seat, that had flames on it (also really original…), sat a knuckle bobber (a type of half helmet that looks kinda like a Nazi helmet…). He put on the helmet and sat on the bike. It had been a while since he rode it last. He straitened it up and tapped the tank.
"Maybe ¾ of a gallon left." Which wasn't bad considering it was only a 2 ½ gallon tank…However, it wasn't an electric start on the bike, it was a kick-starter. He turned over the motor a couple of times before it started up. The engine came to life and it's strait pipe echoed loudly throughout the garage (strait pipe have no baffles in them, so they're really loud). As soon as they heard the noise, several scientists ran in to see what it was.
"Sir! You can't ride that, it's dangerous!" said one of the Irken scientists.
"That exactly why I ride it." said Evil Dib, putting the choke on and revving it a little. "Open the door."
"It isn't fuel efficient!" remarked another Irken, "What if you run out? You'll be stranded!"
"Then I'll call you and you'll come and get me." replied Evil Dib. "Open the door…" he said more sternly.
"But, sir…" said a human.
"Open the damn door!" shouted Evil Dib. The scientists quickly scattered to open the door. "Idiots…"
The door opened and Evil Dib took off, gunning it every time after he changed gear. This was the only way to clear his mind, now that sleep sure couldn't do it for him. Every second he rode that bike, he felt more free and didn't have to worry about anything.
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325 walked at the head of the group, trying to navigate back to their crushed ship. He could smell the burnt metal and exhaust, but he couldn't tell where exactly it was. He led them in the general direction. "You'll have to help me out here. Does any of this look familiar?"
"I think so…" said Alter Dib, not real sure of his surroundings. Gir played with his scythe, hanging off the end. Alter Dib just didn't care, he was used to this. But Dib on the other hand…
"Get off my hair!" said Dib, fighting a losing battle. Gir just squealed happily, swinging on Dib's scythe as he spun trying to get the demented sir off of him. Zim just laughed at him.
"Seems he likes you. He wouldn't be as annoying to you otherwise!" Then Dib got too close to Zim and gir flew into his head. "Ow! Hey!"
"Ha ha! Serves you right, Zim." said Dib, still struggling.
Zim took hold of gir and threw him back at Dib's head.
"Ow!" said Dib, "Why you…" Dib just pulled gir off of his hair, (why didn't he just do that to begin with?) and chucked gir at Zim. Gir hit Zim in the head and knocked him down. "Ha ha…"
"Alright, children…" said Alter Zim.
Alter Dib just rested his hand on his temple. 'Why did it have to be teenagers? Why did it have to be us? Way did it have to be ME?' he thought.
'Because you are the chosen,' replied 325. He could also communicate to just one person if he wished, not to mention he could hear people's thoughts.
Alter Dib sighed, there really wasn't anything to say to that. He looked back at Dib and Zim. Fight as they may, it's defiantly not as bad as when they first got here. Then he remembered the look Zim gave Dib earlier that morning. He knew that face to be associated with 'how dare you do that to me', or more commonly known as 'I hate you…' Knowing what he was dealing with, it was probably the second of the two…whatever happened during the night hopefully won't came back to bite them in the ass…
The sky was starting to cloud over, a sure sign of rain. No one seemed to notice, or even care. (Just keep the thought at the back of your mind for right now…)
"There!" said 325, pointing what looked like the crushed ship. They ran over to it and confirmed that it was.
"Ok, we found the voot, now what?" asked Dib.
"We call for another one…" said Alter Zim, going through the rubble. He found a small silver box and brought it back to the group.
"Why didn't you do that in the first place?" questioned Zim.
"This is why." said Alter Zim, holding up the silver box, "without this, the other voot can't operate…" he paused. "But the other voot is much smaller. I don't know if we can all fit…" he was cut off by a crash of thunder, which scared all of them, especially Zim.
"Ahh!" screamed Zim, latching onto the closest body within his reach. This just happened to be Dib. Dib was shocked and almost fell over, but he regained his balance. He was becoming more accustomed to these little out bursts.
"Zim?" he said weakly, feeling Zim's shaking body. Zim was really terrified. He resisted the urge to just cradle Zim like a baby to comfort him, because he would probably get mad…
Zim hated thunderstorms, because it always meant rain, and he hated the noise. His antenna quivered and his eyes were shut tight. A small whimper could be heard if you listened closely.
Luckily Kumi stepped in to help. She was able to get him off of Dib and get him to latch onto her as the next boom of thunder came. She cradled him and rocked him slightly to calm him down. To an extent it worked.
"Shh, it's ok. Everything will be ok, you're not gonna get hurt in any way. Its only thunder, you can calm down," she cooed.
It truly was a sad sight to see. Dib felt bad for Zim, and the Alters were almost stunned at how afraid Zim became, at least one Alter did…
'Aw hell, this isn't good…rain is not good…' thought Alter Dib. He was more than a little nervous, but nothing could be seen.
Cue the lightning! Lightning will scare the hell out of anyone, and this sure did the trick. It started to pour, Zim could feel that water hitting his skin, and out of habit, he started screaming because it would burn his skin. He quickly realized it didn't burn him…
"AHHHH! IT BURNS! THE PAIN! THE…eh?" he looked up at the sky as the water fell on him. Something started to sizzle, he could hear it.
"Argh! It burns! It BURNS!" Dib was running around in circles, he was the one sizzling.
Alter Dib quickly gathered Dib up and ran into the nearest building. The others followed close behind. Alter Dib had collapsed onto the floor, panting, Dib still crying out in pain. Alter Zim went strait to Alter Dib's side.
"Dib, are you ok?" asked Alter Zim.
Alter Dib groaned a little, "Yeah, But I'm burned pretty bad…" his face and hands had blisters on them. "Guess I'm not that ok am I…"
Dib had stopped screaming by now. He was lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. His entire body ached and seemed like if he moved, the burning would start again. Zim came into his field of vision, red eyes looking down at Dib.
"Are you going to die, Earth stink?" Zim asked, holding gir back from poking the human, as he often did when Zim got burned.
"I don't know…but…I'm sorry…" said Dib, speaking softly because it hurt to talk.
"Eh? Why?" said Zim, royally confused.
"For every time I laughed at you when you got caught in the rain without your paste protection…I know how you feel now…" whispered Dib, managing a weak smile.
Zim was still confused, why would the worm baby apologize for something stupid like that? "Whatever, Dib monkey," said Zim. He did feel bad for the human though, being burned like that's really the pits. Plus it takes longer for a human wound to heal. He reached over to gir's empty head. He had learned that he can store some things in gir's head and gir would leave them alone. One of which was that Aloe Vera stuff he got at the human store. He learned it helped burns heal faster. Luckily, there was some in the bottle he kept in gir's head. "Good, there's some left…"
Dib looked over at the bottle, "What is that?" he asked.
Zim took off his gloves before he answered. "It's Aloe Vera. You should be familiar with it, it is an earth remedy after all…" he rolled up his sleeves as not to get Aloe on them. Zim could see the blisters on Dib's face, neck and hands. Zim put some of the stuff on his clawed hands. "This will be a little cold."
"What? COLD!" Dib cried out as the Aloe touched his burned skin. It was cold, but the after affect was pleasant. The burns soon became almost numb and there wasn't much more than a dull throb.
"I warned you…" said Zim, gently rubbing the Aloe onto Dib's blisters. Dib's skin was soft and warm, just like in his dream, under his clawed fingers. HE could tell Dib was in pain, and it worried him, and he hated it. The only reason he was doing this was because the human was worthless if he wasn't healthy.
Once he finished with Dib's face, he moved onto his neck. Zim could feel Dib's pulse quicken slightly when he was putting Aloe on his neck. Zim smirked a little at this development.
Dib could do nothing but let Zim put Aloe on his neck, thought that wasn't a bad thing. It felt good to have Zim rubbing the Aloe onto his skin, even if it was for medical purposes. Dib looked up at Zim, who was more occupied by putting Aloe on Dib to notice. It bothered Dib a little to have to be taken care of by his enemy. But otherwise, it was nice, until Zim came to his neck. This was a very sensitive part of his body. Usually if Gaz wanted to torture him, she came up from behind with her cold hand and touched the back of his neck, or blew warm air on the back of his neck. But it was sensitive in another way to…
As soon as Zim touched his neck, his heartbeat quickened.
'This isn't good…' he thought, 'Must stay calm, must stay calm…deep breaths…' Dib was able to stay calm until Zim moved onto his hands. 'Whoo, that was close.' He thought, having his hands massaged to ease his hand.
Once he had finished, Zim whipped the excess on his pants and tossed the bottle to Alter Zim.
"Put that on his wounds, it will help with the pain." Said Zim. Alter Zim nodded and started to apply the Aloe.
"Zim…" said Dib, still hurting to speak.
"What?" said Zim, putting his gloves back on.
"Thanks…for what you did…" said Dib sheepishly.
Zim just shrugged, "It wasn't anything special. You would have done it to…had you been in my position…."
Dib just looked up at Zim, shocked that he said that. 'Ah, he'll probably just deny he said anything,' thought Dib.
"Hey, Zim, when you're done there, call the other voot." said Zim.
"Agreed." said Alter Zim, "We can only do so much for them here…" he looked over at Kumi. "Kumi, take the box and call for the other voot."
"Will do." said Kumi, taking the box and pushing certain buttons, "Ok, it'll be here in about half an hour."
"Something isn't right…" said 325, "There's something following us…"
"Do you know who it is?" asked Kumi.
325 shook his head. "I do not know…but it isn't good…"
"Wonderful…" coughed Alter Dib, also in pain to speak.
"Both of you should stop talking, at least until we can get you back to the base." said Alter Zim.
Dib tried to sit up, he was able to, but painfully.
"You never listen to what you're told…" hissed Zim to Dib.
Dib chuckled, but squinted in pain, "He said no talking, not no moving…"
"Idiot…" said Zim under his breath.
There was a scream/shriek heard and everyone turned to look at who made the earsplitting sound. 325 had attacked 732 and they were both fighting now.
"You…I thought I killed you long ago…" said 325.
"No," replied 732, "You killed my little brother…" He then lunged at 325 and scratched him across the chest, shredding his shirt. "You can't win, you're defective!" 732 sent 325 flying into a building with one of his massive wings. He walked over to 325 and wrapped his split tail around 325's neck and lifted him off the ground.
"Let him go!" shouted Kumi as she fired a shot at this new beast. Her shot made a clean through and through, through one of his wing's membranes. The hole bled slightly, but was quickly healed. This creatures cells could regenerate and cause small wounds like that to heal quickly.
"Dammit…" said Kumi, "That was useless…"
"Irken cell regeneration…" said Alter Zim, as he stepped out.
"What?" said Zim, also stepping out of the building.
"Go back inside, now!" snapped Alter Zim to Zim, "We don't need you out of commission to!"
"It's alright," said Dib and Alter Dib joining them, "We'll be ok for a while."
"I'm surrounded by maters…" said Alter Zim under his breath. (A mater is a person who suffers on purpose for their beliefs, to my understanding…)
"Kill him quickly!" shouted 325 mentally to them, "Kill him before the Slither gets here!"
"Silence!" 732 hissed and threw 325 forcefully against another building, causing him to loose consciousness. 732's silver eyes glowed in the soft mist from the past rain. "You'll all die…"
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(Ok, not as much action stuff as I thought…must all be in the next chapter...Hope you liked this one, the next is soon to come. Review! If you don't, I may have to start setting review levels for you people to reach before I update! But I probably won't…But I might! And if you have any questions about motorcycles and stuff like that, please feel free to ask.)