Tapan: god... it feels like so long since I've worked on this story
Torna: or any story.
Jhkitty/mumbles incoherently as he chews on a bagel/
Tapan: exactly, Jho! Just as long as the story doesn't die, I'll just continue to work on it!
Jhkitty/rolls eyes/
Tapan: a little side not: this chapter is in Dib's point of view. Just so no one gets too confused
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim or anything else in this story. I own the plot itself and technically I own parts of Gashloog, but that's it! So don't sue, damn bloodthirsty lawyers.
Warning: ZADR, violence and language. Boys kissing, and maybe a lil something else in a later chapter. Flame if you wish.
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Dib's POV
My eyes shot toward the door as I heard Zim scream out to the fry cook. My heart sank, getting a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as the two start to fight. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have gone out there and fought. But what else do you expect? It's Zim after all!
Slowly, I stood up and walked hesitantly toward the door. Maybe I could get a better idea of what was going on if I could hear it better. Right before I reached the door, it opened. I jumped back a little, staring at Sizz-lorr.
The massive irken walked in, a cold look in his purple eyes. My heart sped up as I backed away. I really didn't like that look. It was the look a psychotic boy would get right before he tortures the family dog.
As I continued to try and add distance between me and the frylord, Sizz-lorr's hand shot out and grabbed on to my shirt front. With a sadistic glint in his eye, he threw me to the floor. I gasp as my back and head it hard, but I soon learn that is the least of my problems.
I look up, frozen as the four spider legs unfolded from Sizz-lorr's PAK. Those tips never looked so deadly.
One shot out quickly and shot across my stomach, cutting through my shirt and the skin underneath it. I let out a cry, unintentionally cuing the other legs to join in.
And so they did, slicing at my whole body like a shower of razor blades. Before long, he stopped, giving me a little time to recuperated. My head turned to see Zim standing in the doorway, looking at Sizz-lorr with wide frightened eyes. I couldn't quite make out what the frycook was saying, but I knew it couldn't be good.
I bite back a small whimper as a large hand grabbed a hold of my hair, lifting me off my feet. I swallow, tasting some of the blood that ended up in my mouth. My heart raced to the point where I thought it would pop out of my chest. I could hear it in my head.
I don't want to be here, I'd rather be on Earth. My home. My eyes closed as I tried to go somewhere else, something wet rolling down my face, whether it was blood or a tear I'm not sure.
Sizz-lorr's voice kept me from going anywhere. It seemed much louder than normal. "if the boy means so much to you, attack me. Show me that you're willing to take the consequences to have him live."
Zim wouldn't do that. I'm not worth it. I'm just in his way.
"If you don't, Dib dies, it's that simple."
The sharp claws came back, cutting through my body harshly. I've never felt so helpless.
The metal appendages continued to tear at me as I was dropped, the electric collar making itself known once again. As this happened, only one coherent thought came to mind.
I'm going to die.
Is this really how it would end for me? Am I really destine to die on this peice of shit people claim to be a planet?
19 years, a wasted life. And now, here I was. A pet, abused in the back of a fast food joint, with only my greatest enemy here to save me.
Zim. I looked in what I could only hope was his direction, the world being a complete blur. Just then, I wanted to apologize for what he thought was lust. And maybe that's all it was. After all, lust and love are often confused.
God, I don't want to die!
As if someone read my mind, the slicing stopped suddenly. I couldn't think of anything else to do besides curl into a ball on the floor. The legs might come back, after all, it could've been just a pause.
I felt a body step in front of me, shielding me from Sizz-lorr. "Like I said before, Sizz-lorr." Zim spat the name with distaste and much more anger than he used to with mine, " the human is mine! And no obese fry cook is going to stop me from claiming what belongs to me!"
It suddenly felt like I was a toy to be argued over. I kept that to myself and just laid there, wanting to be invisible. I looked up at Sizz-lorr to see him glaring darkly at Zim. I could only imagine Zim doing the same.
The fry lord opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a small voice at the door. "Um, fry lord?"
They both turned to the source of the voice, seeing Gashloog's small form in the doorway.
Gashloog glanced from Sizz-lorr, to Zim, to me, and then back to Sizz-lorr. "There's someone here, looking for you."
The large irken growled and headed toward the door. Gashloog walked in and stepped out of the way before walking up to Zim, who had turned to look down at me.
"You look pathetic."
I didn't respond, I couldn't find something to say. Maybe I was pathetic. I moved my arms and tried to push myself up, biting back a whimper.
Gashloog was immediately by my side, helping push me up. My whole body felt like it was on fire! I didn't think anything could hurt quite like this.
As soon as I was sitting up, Zim knelt down in front of me. He took what was left of my shirt and peeled it away carefully. it surprised me how out of character this was. He pulled it away and tossed it to the side, wincing a little when he saw my torso, cut to the point where it was hard to tell what was skin and what wasn't. But then again, the blood could be amplifying it. Blood seems to do that.
He touched one of them delicately, causing it to sting a bit. unable to hold it back anymore I whimpered at the touch. He looked up at me, a foreign look in his crimson eyes.
At first, I really couldn't tell why he was staring at me like that. Then, an idea hit me. Was he worried? No! Ridiculous! Why would he worry about me?
Gashloog's voice broke my train of thought. "What can I do to help."
Zim's eyes broke away from mine and turned to my shirt, tearing it into ribbons of fabric. "Go find something to clean the wounds."
Nodding, Gashloog gave me one last glance before running out of the room and down the hall.
I look back at Zim as he continues to rip the shirt. Here we were, alone. My enemy was cleaning my wounds, oh the irony.
"Why?"
He looked up from the shirt and blinked. "Why what?"
"You could've just let him kill me. Why did you stop him?"
He paused, his jaw clenched before he turned back to the shirt. "Why should he be the one to kill you, Dib. I meant it when I said you were mine."
I snorted. "I'm not yours, Zim. I'm not some possession that you two can fight over."
"As long as we're on this planet, you are." his voice lacked the bite it would usually carry. It sounded soft. "Slavery is legal here, and because you were dumb enough to give yourself away, he owns you." he kept his expression as blank as possible as he brushed a hair out of my face. Another move that just wasn't like him. "But he won't keep you, human. I will get you back." he tried his best not to smirk, but I could see the twitch at his lip. "And then I will keep you. There's no way you're going to get away."
That did it for me. I didn't care if he beat me to death, I needed to do this. Ignoring the screaming wounds, I grabbed a hold of Zim head and pulled him closer, crushing his lips against mine.
He let out a little gasp, giving me an easy opening. I could feel him tense up as my tongue poked its way into his mouth. He didn't respond as I licked at his tongue. That's okay, I didn't expect him to.
His hands landed in my arms and hit a couple of cuts, causing me to whimper a little from the pain.
After a moment, I pulled away and stared at him. I could feel a small blush on my cheeks, although it might not be seen through any of the scratches on my face.
At first, I could've sworn Zim was leaning closer as if he would kiss me again. I didn't get to find out as we were interrupted by Gashloog. "ahem."
I let go of Zim's head and he pulled away, acting like nothing happened.
Gashloog sat by the invader's side and handed him a small tube, a very small smile imprinted on his face. "Suddenly, everything makes sense."
"Silence, Gashloog. That wasn't what you think."
"Then may I ask what it was?"Gashloog cocked an eye. "Were you inspecting the human's teeth?"
Zim squeezed the tube slightly, allowing a purplish gel to cover the blue cloth. "It's none of your business what we were doing!" he put the cloth to my chest. I flinched slightly, the gel was cold.
Gashloog sighed a little and looked at me with a knowing smile.
I did my best to ignore it as Zim applied the gel to my open wounds. The cold feeling made me shudder slightly as it hit my chest and neck.
The fabric brushed up against the collar, causing the damn thing to irritate some cuts on my neck.
I hate the collar. Maybe if I was lucky, Sizz-lorr dropped the remote somewhere and I could get it off.
As luck would have it, the little device laid right near Gashloog. The little irken picked it up and studied it for a moment. "What do you think this is to?"
Zim pulled away and looked over at Gashloog. "It's to Dib's collar. Give me!" he grabbed it from the smaller irken and examined it with a sneer. "It's broken." he put it away in his PAK and continued with the gel, not even offering it to me. Eh, I really didn't expect him to. "You're going to be stuck with that collar for a while, human."
I snorted. "I'll get it off somehow. I don't need the remote"
Zim smirked but continued to work on my cuts. "Good luck with that." he wiped the gel around gently, causing the cold feeling to spread through my body, making me numb.
Good. This was much better than the pain I was feeling before.
"You're going to be in trouble now, aren't you?" the thought just suddenly popped into my head as I continued to stare at him.
He continued to work without skipping a beat and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore me. "..yes."
"Then why?"
"Would you rather have died?" Zim looked up at me with a glare. "I'm sorry that I prevented you demise. I could always kill you myself you know."
Gashloog glanced back and forth as we stared at each other. He looked like he wasn't sure if he should leave or not.
"Gashloog! You've got customers!"
Well, that answered that. With a slight sigh, he stood up and put his goggles back on, walking out hesitantly.
As soon as the smaller irken walked out, Zim's eyes narrowed. "I hate you."
My jaw clenched as I stared back into those blood red eyes. "No you don't. You just wish you did."
He stared at me for a moment longer, a face set like stone. I wish I could tell what he was thinking. He leaned in again, his head tilted a bit. "I know." his antennae twitched slightly which caught my eye for a moment.
I didn't get time to observe them any further as Zim closed the distance between us. Or maybe I did, I wasn't too sure. But either way, we were kissing once again.
His mouth opened, but before my tongue could head in, his serpentine tongue invaded my mouth, wrapping around the muscle and massaging it slightly. I let out a small groan and continued to kiss back before the tongue retreated.
He pulled back a little and pressed his forehead against mine, glaring again. "I hate you and I wish you'd die."
I couldn't help but smile. I kissed him again briefly before chuckling. "You just keep telling yourself that, Zim. Maybe one day you'll believe it."
And the fun thing about the word believe is you can't spell it without the word "lie." he snorted and pulled back completely. "Do you think you could stop being pathetic now and stand up, stink beast?"
I looked at him flatly before moving, biting back a pained whine as I did so. My legs were still covered in cuts, but they weren't nearly as bad as my upper body. I stood slowly and Zim followed me up, ready if I suddenly toppled over.
As soon as I was on my feet, Zim started to back away, regarding me like a fragile glass that just wouldn't stand up straight.
I nodded to him and moved slightly. "I'm okay now."
Whatever concern was in his eyes was covered by a glare. "Good, I can't spend the rest of the day looking after some abused monkey." he walked toward the door, a bit hesitant.
I chuckled a little and followed after him slowly. Some thing will never change.
Tapan:all done! Isn't that amazing? Well, you know the drill. Go review and all that stuff. and a quick heads up, I'm working on the next chapter right now. the next chapter will most likely be the most graphic out of the entire story. In order to put it on it will be completely edited and most likely cut short. if you want to read the chapter the way it was meant to be, you'll have to go to AFFN. I got class now/runs off/
