note: Invader Terak, signing in! Well, hope you liked the first chapter. This one's gonna be kind of short, but that means I can get chapter 3 in faster.

With claws that looked like they were made of solid iron, the Irken grasped my neck. Being tired as I was, I couldn't fight back, and he effortlessly threw me against the wall, as if I were no more than a tennis ball. Then, he picked me up and set me on a table, and I knew what was going to happen. Just as the cold steel hit my head, though, I heard a faint song sounding. Evidently, the Irken did to, and immediately froze. After twisting my head, I could hear it clearly:

"...And Earth will fight

for satan's fire

with hands of light

on the devil's spire..."

The Irken's eye twitched, and he withdrew the scalpel, yet the song continued:

"...Although the odds cannot agree

for war the gods know is coming,

Earthens will destroy Irk with glee

and the planets of their wrath burning..."

He was on his knees now, trying to cover his antennae, but the music still pierced through:

"...Death will come with his scythe of peril

and kill those who dare resist,

for the humans know the Feral;

the sacred law of Amethyst..."

Now the Irken was pleading with all he had, begging me to stop it, but I listened to the entrancing song still playing:

"...Humans shall prevail, with force

though their first battle will be lost,

they will have no remorse

for the age of Irk is crossed..."

Finally the song ended, leaving the Irken on the ground, sobbing with pain. I marveled at how, with simple music, Irkens could be devastated so easily. My peace didn't last for long, though, as an alarm had been sounded and I heard heavy footsteps down the hall. Not wanting to be caught in laser fire, I left, but had to stop as a mighty sight stood before me...

I awoke from my dream with a small pop,but I still couldn't see or move. Then with another pop my sight returned, and I moved my arm up to shield my eyes from the blinding light. I sat up, and foolishly made the mistake of standing, but my foot didn't give. In fact, It didn't hurt at all. I noticed I was in Zim's lab, which immediately cut off the joy of being able to stand again. But, Zim was huddled in a corner of the lab, sobbing and methodically stabbing at a small handheld computer. I didn't even have to think that something, something different was going on.

"You woke sooner than I thought," muttered Zim from across the room.

"What's going on, Zim?" I asked, but not in my usual sneering tone towards Zim.

"I fixed you."

"And," I said, trying to sound commanding, "why did you do that?"

"I need your help..." he whispered, much quieter than before.

I tried to talk, but could only stand there with my mouth hanging open.

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Yeah, second chapter was short, but I hope you liked the poem! Don't worry, It's not going to be the last, either.