I'm baaaaack! Here's my review answers:

trickrtreatin: Your lucky day trick, this story switches times, povs and places as I see fit, kinda like Pulp Fiction. BTW, "Happy Murder!"

snore415: Oh how I shall my Queen!

Alyssa8: Trust me there shall be tons o killin' by Gaz. BTW, the Alliance are now down.

Ashton Skywalker: Yeah man I agree, I usually go for ZAGR and DATR myself.

InvaderTom: No, Gir LIVESSSSSS!

Invader Johnny:Yeah, I wanted a different "villain" this time, but trust me no one is completely

innocent..

Mellissa( blahsblah2001): I update AGAIN!

On with it!

"Make way for the 'bad guy'!"- Tony Montana, Scarface

Chapter1- Fallen Angel

Dib's POV

Yeah, yeah, give me the "but your supposed to be a hero" crap, call me a traitor, scumbag whatever. You where expecting me to be the "rebel" against the "evil aliens", the hero who gets no reward , no friends and no childhood because he's fighting an idiot for ungrateful children.

Well, deal with it, the Irkens treat me better than any of you did.

True, I alienated my family when I turned, but honestly, what was there to alienate?

It was a small price for the revenge and power.

Oh, and don't blame Tak, all she did was give me the offer. Yeah, technically I'm her underling being as I'm not Irken, but we share decisions. Life is sweet, reveling in the destruction of a race

that I hate more now than Zim ever did.

Ironic, huh?

Plus, I'm with a beautiful alien I loved since skool.

Yup life is GREAT! Except when some part of that zealous idiot I was talks..

Yeah, " big head boy" still talks to himself.

My sister has become a rebel, what I was SUPPOSED to become.

Life's weird huh?

Where'd it start?

Well, five years ago I was still a dumpkauf as the Germans say( or what's left of them.) and being you peoples guardian- flippin' angel, sitting on my roof, scanning for help from the Resity( I found out about these morons from Zim's files. Dumb name), the occasional intercept from Zim's place, and the chance, well, longing for something different or better, considering the sky I looked at did nothing but crap on me, seeing how much I can take.

I sighed, took off my headphones and lay down. I overheard my neighbor, a dumb preppy girl( A/N you guys know the type.) giggle on the phone with her friends on three-way calling about the creepy- psycho-gaywad was sitting on his roof.

It took a lot for me not to yell 'SHUT UP YOU - erm.. You can probably guess if you've been to a highschool. I would've loved to do so but Gaz was asleep and I didn't feel like being cussed out for three days in a row.

And on tomorrow's agenda: putting up with my sister, said preps and a good chance some jock'll

start a fight with me tomorrow and get off easy because teachers hate me too and that they don't want them to not play in "the big game."

Yup, a decent forecast of suck. Boy, my life has gone down the crapper.

I stare back at the stars I used to love, and see a bright blue light...

" What is that!" I say out loud. It crashes in the hills outside of town.

I dived through the window and grabbed my flashlight, ready to check out a FRESH lead.

A/N That's all for now. Any suggestions on how to make him more insane?

Anyway, as you can tell he's deeply corrupted angry and bitter.

If anyone is wondering when I'm gonna update my other fic, my answer is for now, I did over spring break.

PEACE and thanks Melissa for goading me back into writing Invader Johnny for givin me a discarded story, and reviewers. REVIEW!.

And flamers shall be put in sacks filled with bricks and thrown in the river.

Tyler The Fic Lord