"You don't understand, it's something you'll never understand…but she's mine to hurt, mine to pleasure…mine to kill."


Jealousy
(Day 2 till Dib's Arrival)

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed

(This chapter may be a bit graphic)


The halls were as empty as his heart. He knew that humans had hearts, but he wondered if Irkens had a heart…symbolically that is. His crimson eyes watched every person move out of his way. He came to a halt when he recognized the words for the medical bay. Red began to wonder if Gaz had feelings for this human. This information would be perfect to destroy Zim. Red had learned that heartache destroyed all. He couldn't comprehend how humans would set themselves up for heartbreak. He ran his three thin fingers along the metal door and debated if he should push it open. Red paused and darkly smirked when he heard her voice.

'I'll get my scream,' Red mused as she listened to her.


Eternity, when around death, everything seemed to last forever. She had to identify the bodies she knew and hand them over to the remaining relatives. Gaz hated how the women would mourn the lost of their husbands. She wondered if she would be like that. Gaz scoffed and figured that she wouldn't mourn much. She knew that it took a lot to kill Zim; he had a knack for surviving. The thought brought a smile to her face. Gaz signed another sheet and sighed.

'I do love him…but how do I show it?' Gaz wondered.

She knew that humans gave gifts to show their love. They would call and show their love with just a small kiss and touch. She knew Irkens weren't naturally touchy. The information from Klavier showed that they had more of a companionship then passionate love. Klavier had explained that Googia and Rig had a type of passionate love. Gaz growled and accidentally slammed her clipboard onto the chest of a corpse. She grimaced, but figured the corpse wouldn't feel it.

"Chill much?" Mark questioned with a grin.

"I'll chill when I'm in a morgue," Gaz replied.

"At our rate, it may be soon," Mark grimly replied as she nodded.

"Have you been tagging bodies all night?" Gaz questioned.

"Yeah, just one poor stiff after another," Mark grumbled his reply.

"How touching," Gaz calmly said with a frown.

"How's your alien?" Mark questioned.

"Foreign…green and grumpy," Gaz answered as Mark grinned.

"Really," Mark drawled.

"Who's this?" Gaz questioned as she pointed to the corpse with no face.

"I think its Melvin," Mark softly answered.

"He looks like he's been through a meat grinder," Gaz thought as she pulled the cover over his face again.

"How are things with Zim and you?" Mark questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"Rough," Gaz warily replied.

"Did that shock damage him any more?" Mark teased.

"Not that I could notice," Gaz said as she tagged another body.

"Are you going to leave him?" Mark questioned as Gaz tensed.

"No," Gaz coldly said.

"He isn't good for you Gaz," Mark seriously said as if he we were prophesying.

"I told you to drop this," Gaz grumbled as she sent a sharp glare his way.

"I don't want to see you hurt…or worse," Mark honestly said as his features softened.

Gaz lowly chuckled and softly replied, "You forget Mark…I'm the one that causes pain."

"That dark attitude isn't going to get you anywhere, especially since it's all an act," Mark firmly stated.

"Are you sure I act…you haven't seen all of me," Gaz assured with a dark smirk.

"I want to," Mark flirted as she scowled.

"I already told you…I'm with Zim," Gaz stressed as she tossed him the clipboard.

"Are you happy with him?" Mark challenged again.

"What is everybody asking me that? Can't you see I just want to be with him? Why can't you see that I want to be with him?" Gaz growled.

"He's going to hurt you," Mark softly sighed.

Gaz remained silent as she glared at Mark. He sighed and turned his gaze back down to the corpse. Gaz huffed and exited through the door leading to the next building. Mark wondered if this was a sign of things to come. Mark raised his gaze to the other door when is slowly creaked open. A soft, dark chuckled filled the air and Mark raised an eyebrow in question. He watched as Zim entered the room and calmly shut the door. Zim lazily walked over to a corpse and raised an antenna in question. Mark narrowed his eyes; there was something different in Zim's stride.

"What do you need?" Mark questioned as Zim blinked.

"Nothing," Red sighed as he grinned.

"Then what do you want?" Mark questioned in mild annoyance.

"I want to know why you keep bothering my human?" Red calmly questioned. Mark raised an eyebrow at this and chuckled.

"Are you afraid she might go back to her own kind?" Mark mocked as Red glared at him.

"I won't let her go back…she is my pet," Red informed as he darkly chuckled at Mark's dark glare.

"I knew you didn't love her," Mark growled as his fists clenched.

"Zim loves…but I just want her as a prize," Red replied as he waved his hand.

"Zim…but you are…"

"I'm Almighty Tallest Red," Red finished with a laugh.

Mark's eyes widened in shock and quickly stepped back. His hand pulled out his communicator. He had to warn everyone of the impending doom. A green laser blew the communicator up. Mark yelped and dropped the burning pieces.

"I can't let you ruin my plans," Red scolded.

Mark reached over and grabbed the nearest object. He cursed when he picked up nothing but the clipboard. Red laughed at this and the spider legs extended from his back. He rose off the ground and glared at Mark. Mark looked to the clipboard and shrugged, he tossed it toward Red. Red laughed and swatted it away. It hit the wall and smashed into splinters. Red pulled off the black gloves that covered his hands and cracked his fingers. The gloves not only protected his skin, but it blunted his claws to a degree. Red stared at the claws and grinned.

'Never realized how much I missed a third finger,' Red mused.

"I won't let you hurt her," Mark growled as she ducked under the table and grabbed a scalpel.

"That's amusing," Red snorted as he lunged at Mark.

Mark's eyes widened in fear and he lunged opposite of Red. The metal legs dug into the floor and scraped up the cement as he came to a stop. Red growled and lunged again as he readied his claws. Mark rolled out of the way and stabbed the scalpel into Red's leg. He screamed and then cursed as his blood freely flowed from the wound.

"You think that will help you…I'm not even using my real legs," Red stated with a smug smirk.

"I'm going to kill you and prove you're nothing but scum," Mark growled backed away.

Red chuckled and let the legs lower till his feet barely brushed the floor. He moved his hand to his chin and began to think. Mark reached over and grabbed another medical object. He grasped the scissors and prepared to fend off the alien.

Mark watched as Red bent his legs closer to his chest. The metal legs bent and the released as Red sprung at him. Mark raised the scalpel and slashed at Red. Red hissed as the metal bit into his skin. Mark's eyes widened Red's laughter echoed as the scalpel buried itself into his shoulder. He swore the pain was exciting the alien even more. Red pushed Mark to floor and slammed his head against the cold cement of the floor. Mark's vision blurred as Red reached forward. Red dug his claws into Mark'sface and raised him off the floor. He quickly threw the human onto a metal table.

Mark wheezed as he tried to regain his bearings. He reached up to punch Red away. A metal leg quickly came around and pierced through his hand. Mark screamed as it dug into his flesh and pinned his palm to the table. Red chuckled as he watched his favorite color rise to the surface and flow onto the metal table. Mark rolled to try to pry the metal leg from his palm. Red laughed as the second leg came around and pinned his other hand to the table. Mark screamed again and Red relished in the sound.

"Bastard!" Mark cried out.

"Aren't you lucky…the rooms are sound proof," Red mocked as he ripped off Mark's shirt.

"What are you doing?" Mark cried out as the pain ripped at his body.

Red trailed his claws down Mark body and chuckled as blood trails appeared.

"Most Invaders when first activated are required to have their fingers sawed down to claws or…they can have metal fused to their bones," Red rambled as he moved his hand back up between Mark's chest. "The way they cut determines which option they choose."

Mark went to retort, but the remark died as his released a guttural scream. Red deeply dug his claws into Mark's chest and dragged them down to his stomach.

"If you would have left her alone…I would have killed you faster…but you bothered my pet. You can't bother what is mine," Red growled as he stuck his other claws into the wound. He ripped the flesh apart and laughed. Mark slammed his eyes shut and struggled against the pain. Red growled when the flesh wouldn't remain at the side. He tore it off and tossed it to his side. Mark laid there as his eyes stared blankly at the wall. His body had gone numb, but he could feel the blood that leaked from his sides.

"Leave her alone," Mark rasped out.

"You don't understand, it's something you'll never understand…" Red mumbled as he reached inside Mark.

"But she's mine to hurt," Red growled as his claws ripped out a few ribs. The sickening cracks punctuated Red's words.

"Mine to pleasure," Red continued as he quickly tore out random organs.

Mark gagged as blood bubbled in his mouth. Red softly laughed and removed the legs from Mark's palms. He carefully walked over to Mark and stood above his head. Red lowered his bloody hands and laid them on Mark's cheeks.

"Mine to kill," Red whispered as he quickly snapped his neck.

A crack filled the air and Red stood up. His crimson eyes gazed down at the body and he laughed.

'Ironic…a doctor getting dissected,' Red mused with a cold grin.

He wiped his hands off on Mark's pants and walked out of the room. Red quickly scowled when he realized he couldn't wash his hands off. He walked over to the sink and ran the water. He drove his hands under the running water and watched as his skin began to smoke and blister. Red hissed, but remained there until the last bit of blood was washed away. He quickly pulled his hand away and shook the water off of him.

'Pain assures you that you're still alive,' Red thought as he left the room.


Author's Note:

Sorry it took so long to update...but a lot has been going on. I am working on the next chapter though.
Red's officially psycho, Mark's officially dead (I'm happy about that).

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