Many of my friends wonder how I manage to be so horribly morbid yet somewhat funny. My reply is "I have bipolar." I don't, but most of the time it seems as if I do...

Now I have updated this and my other one! Yes! The internet was down for hours the other night, which really ticked me off, cause then I was internet-less... it sucked bad. Moo. Also, I apologize for lack of updating. I had some other stuffs and a really random bout of writers block.

Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, stuff, an authoress who just had sugar... you get the (not so pretty) picture. Actually, there's really not too much of that stuff in this chapter. Oh, and the chapter name... this is the second version. It made more sense than the original title.

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Invader Zim or any of it's merchandise. My friend has my Zim DVDs, and I miss it...

/Chapter 5: Bleeding Roses/

When skool let out for that day, Dib waited, like always, for his younger sister to appear. But, when after waiting for 15 minutes and her not having made an appearance, he became anxious. "Now where could she have gone? Honestly, someday she's gonna give dad a heart attack with all the shit she pulls..." Knowing deep down that their father really didn't pay that much attention to their lives, he pushed the annoyance down and walked back into the Hi Skool.

Muttering to himself the random things teenage boys mutter about, Dib came upon Zim clapping erasers. "Zim? What are you doing here?"

"I caused a minor disruption today in another class."

"Which included...?"

"Banging my head on the archway, knocking into the teacher's desk, causing her to spill her coffee all over herself, which finally resulted in the teacher-stink beast falling over another FILTHY child. I got detention for it. I still dunno what I did wrong in the class. All I did was call her a 'stupid human-smell-beast' after she spilled her coffee." Zim answered without even looking up. "Why are you here?"

"Gaz is missing. She didn't come out of the skool after the bell rang," Dib replied hesitantly. Who knew what Zim was going to do? Laugh? Make fun of him? Not care?

But the alien's reaction was anything but what Dib expected. Zim stood up quickly, mumbling something under his breath. "I bet I know where she is," Zim said.

Dib had the same idea. "The forbidden bathroom. I'll be back."

Zim snorted as he dropped the erasers. "You think for a moment that I, ZIM, will let you go find your sister by your puny earth self? Are you disillusional?"

"It's 'delusional,' and no, I'm not," Dib replied hotly. "I just didn't expect an alien like you would worry so much about a pitiful earth female such as Gaz."

"Pfft. Don't underestimate me, earth-stink. Gaz-female is no ordinary human." Zim was busily wiping his hands on his, er, uniform. "I am coming with you, and that's final."

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Indeed, Gaz was in the bathroom. But she was not in the best of spirits. Lex had just utterly scarred her, emotionally and physically. After threatening her with the knife, he made a long cut on her arm. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't exactly shallow either, plus it was bleeding rather heavily. "For insurance," he'd told her, "and to mark you as mine."

Gaz was disgusted; that made it sound as if it was an animalistic claim. If it had just been a regular cut, she wouldn't have minded, but when he said it like that...

It made her want to deliberately ignore him and enlarge the bloody wound, if just to piss Lex off. Her rebellious side had often been seen as a curse, but to her it was one of her greatest assets in life.

Gaz could tell that Riku was agitated; he knew something had happened - even if he couldn't see it - and for that he was rustling unhappily everywhere. This caused dust and little particles of things that you don't wanna know what they are to fly all over the place, but the goth girl cared less right at that particular moment. She sighed.

"Riku... I'm tired. I should just go to sleep." Somewhere in her head, she knew it was the large blood loss getting to her, but she ignored that little thought in favor of think what a good rest would feel like. She hated being weak more than anything else, but relaxation sounded so nice. "I'm going to sleep now..."

It was at that moment Zim and Dib burst through the bathroom door, to see Gaz slump over like a rag doll. "GAZ!" They both yelled at the same time. Dib blinked at the slightly scared tone in Zim's voice, but pushed it away and ran to his sister's side. "Oh no..."

"Dib?" she asked feebly. "Get me a band-aide... My arm is bleeding..."

Zim carefully turned her on to her back, and indeed her left arm was oozing the thick red liquid of life. Dib recoiled at the sight, but Zim (who lived with Gir and had seen many, many more disturbing things) gently picked her up.

"Waitaminute, where do you think you're taking her?" Dib said, turning quickly toward the alien.

"To my lab, dirt boy. She needs medical attention, and I can heal this arm faster than any earth hospital. Also, she's lost a substantial amount of blood and needs to be stabilized. I have all necessary equipment for such a case. Do you want me to save her or not?" Zim activated his spider legs before Dib could say anything. "Come to my base, you can stay upstairs with Gir while I fix Gaz's arm."

It wasn't until after Zim had ran off with his sister did Dib realize Zim hadn't added an insulting title to Gaz's name.

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Deep underground, past a few sewage tubes and beyond the subways that the city had just installed (but no one knew about them yet), was Zim's labs. And in Zim's labs...

...was an insane robot named Gir. He was a SIR unit, and Zim's SIR unit at that, but as he was made out of random stuff the Tallests had thrown together he was crazy and did stupid things.

Like annoying the computer.

"Wassatdo? Wazzit do? I WANT TACOS!" Gir screamed wildly while poking buttons on a control panel-y thing. About then was when Zim walked in, to the computer's incessant moaning.

"Computer!" Zim shouted, laying Gaz on a hospital type bed. Where he had gotten it was a mystery, even to the all-knowing computer.

"WhhAAaattTT?" it answered in a long, drawn out voice. "Master, tell the infidel to leave my circuitry alone."

"Uh-huh, sure, as soon as you gather all items needed for a repair job on a human arm." Zim glanced around the room expectantly. "Well!"

"You mean now?" the computer asked in a bored/sarcastic tone.

But, Zim being Zim, was oblivious. "Yes, now! She'll die eventually if we don't fix her up!"

"May I ask why you care?" the computer said innocently, while gathering what his master directed.

"No, you may NOT! Zim's motives are his own!" Even as he said that, though, he blushed slightly. It was very, very small and pretty much unnoticeable, however as a computer you sense everything.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say," it droned. "Here, now tell the robot to stop pressing my buttons."

"GIR! Get away from that panel. You could cause a core meltdown that would blow up the earth," Zim instructed. Gir laughed insanely but ran upstairs anyway, saying something about cupcakes.

Sighing, Zim returned to the task at hand: fixing up Gaz's arm. The details will not be told, as they included some things that only Irkens know how to use and the rather painful use of needles.

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That's it, crappy ending I know but I'm working on the next chapter now, so it will be up within two or so weeks. I hope.

-Spazzyfries (Long live french fries and bacon!)