Note: My first fic!OH YEAH! Okay. From this story you'll get the tone at wich all my fics are going to be written at.

When I got out of the Skool that day, there were only two things on my mind; getting home as fast as I could and the threatening letter I'd found in my locker that morning. I shuddered at the thought of it. I knew that nobody believed me, thought I was crazy, ridiculed me...but no one had even mentioned of taking it this far. I'd have to watch my step if I didn't want to get jumped.

Quickening my pace, I came to an old back road between two pizza shops. Thinking that if I took it and ran the rest of the way home, I could get home in time to see Mysterious Mysteries. I gave a hollow laugh, thinking about how I could even be considering something like that at the time. But still, I took it. That would be one of the worst decisions I would ever make.

I shivered as I walked down the abandoned path. The scene was almost too scary, like one of those murder mysteries on A&E. Still, though, I kept walking. As I did so, I thought about the note. No, It definitely wasn't Zim, he had called in absent after a 'little accident'. Not that the thought gave me any comforting feelings; Zim wasn't the one to trust.

I was snapped back to reality when the wind blew the lid off of a trash can. I stopped jogging, my paranoia taking hold. Starting towalk more carefully,I thoughtthat maybe, just maybe, the person who was out to get me might be in the alley. God, I hate being right sometimes.

There came a place where there was a small alley joined in with the one that I was on. Unfortunately, I ignored it. As I walked past it, the note writer, school bully, and overall 'popular' boy, Kris, jumped out at me. I didn't really get a good look at him, but I new exactly who it was, with his bright red leather jacket andblazing green eyes.But all he had the chance to do was push me, because that was all it would take.

I stumbled backward, surprise gripping me. As I did so, my foot caught in a bent gap in arusty water grate. I twisted, trying to regain my balance, but my foot was still stuck. I fell, screaming with pain as my ankle broke like a twig. As I stumbled, I got a glimpse of Kris's amused face, and a fierce rage enveloped me. It was short lived, however, and my screams of pain and anger were cut off when I hit my head on a sharp edge on a dumpster. And then, nothing.

"Two paths diverged on a road, and I

I took the one less traveled by

And that has made all the difference." You'd better believe it did.

I awoke,a loud ringing in my head. I tried to move, but then let out a cry of pain in as I realized my foot was still stuck in the grate. It felt like an eternity before I regained my composure. I carefully sat upright, noticing how I could barely move my uninjured leg. It was only then that I noticed the wound on my head. I reached my hand up to my head, then gasped. I looked from my bloody hand to the lever, which was also covered in the red substance. I wondered how I didn't impale my head.

I focused my attention on my injured foot, which remained in the rusty grate. I immediately wished I hadn't. It hung limply in the grate, a sharp bone sticking out of the skin, dried blood all over the shoe.Never had I seen anything so painful-looking before, and it seemed ironic it wason me. Morbid thoughts are met with morbid outcomes, I thought to myself. With all my strength, I stood up on my good leg, and eased my injured one out of the drainage grate. With some painful effort, I managed to get it out. I fell back onto the ground; my activity had drained every small bit of energy that I had. Using some mental effort, I fell asleep.

When I forced myself awake, face up to the night, I noticed through the streetlights nearby that ominous dark thunderheads floated through the sky. "Perfect," I muttered, cursing my luck. Looking around for shelter, I noticed a large cardboard box propped against the side of the dumpster. It'd have to do. Using the energy gained from my sleep, I crawled over to the side of the dumpster opposite the grate, and flipped the box over so I could crawl in. In my sleep, I had considered the fact of leaning against the wall for support and hopping out of the alley, where I could call help. But for some reason, the tiniest acts used up a great amount of energy. At that point, I almost abandoned all hope. But I stopped myself, knowing that if I gave up hope, I'd lose the will to survive. And if that happened, there wasn't any chance I'd live.

That morning, when I woke up, it was still raining. Hard. My box was keeping me dry at least, though I wasn't sure how long It'd last.I turned my attention to my head. Whatever had happened, It had screwed up some nerve track or something like that. The point was, I had no energy and could barely even use my good leg. With a finger, I traced the gash. It ran from my left temple all the way down to the cheek. If I did live through this, I'd have a real nasty scar. "NO!" I screamed. Not 'if'! When. Maybe...

As each second passed, even more despair set in. Under the pressure, I began to do something I hadn't done in a very long time. Cry. Towards noon, I'd wasted most of my energy doing so. It was only then I realized how hungry I was. I remembered my packed lunch that I didn't eat, and took it from my backpack. As I ate, I began deciding what I would do. I had no choice except to leave the alley, and it was going to take at least a day. Man life sucks, I thought to myself.

The rain had finally gone away, but my head was hurting even more. I crawled out of the box, looking for the shortest route out of there. The problem was, there wasn't a short way out of this and I knew it. Not caring or wondering what happened, I continued the way I was going to take yesterday. At least it was the weekend.

This whole thing was hopeless though. Within five minutes I was so tired that I just couldn't move, and the alley seemed to go on forever. I was going insane from the pain, and I thought I may as well just kill myself. Problem was, I was too weak to. I started laughing at how perfectly hopeless everything was, and soon my insane laughter turned to anger and sorrow. "YOU HAPPY, GOD?" I screamed into the air. But I wasn't finished. "ALL I DID WAS BELIEVE! I DARED TO THINK WHAT NOBODY ELSE WOULD! AND YOU GIVE ME THIS?" I continued, pointing to my injured foot as I lay helpless on the ground. I tried to scream again, but then a ringing pain, worse than even when I had broken my foot, surged through my head. My consciousness went out like a candle.

When I woke up, I was soaked in water and blood was dripping from my mouth. With gripping fear, I realized I'd had a seizure. There was almost no hope at all for me anymore. Then with infinite dread, I heard a low humming noise. It was Zim's Voot Cruiser.

"What are you going to do with him, master?"

"I'm going to fix him."

"Why? I thought you were all grumpy about Dib."

"Yes, I am. But you know the message the Tallest sent..."

"Aww, don't cry, master."

"The point is, I need him to help me."

"Are you sure he'll help?"

"I hope so... after all, what he's wanted all along is to destroy the Irkens, and now he's going to get to. The Tallest will be sorry they ever lied to me..."

"But what about that mean kid?"

"I killed him."

"What'll you do if Dib doesn't wanna help?"

"I can't stay on this planet. They'll try me for murder."

"And then what'll we do when we leave?"

"We'll kill the Tallest on our own."

"But won't they kill us?"

"We'll die trying, GIR."

well, hope you liked it. thisisn't going tobecome a series story itself, with chapters and all that, but there will be another story that has it's events based on this one. I'm not going tospoil anything right now, but if you look at the ending conversation between Zim and GIR, you'll get a good idea of what's gonna happen. Don't get me wrong, It's notgoing to be that predictable, though.