Possession

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I have no ownership over Invader ZIM. Otherwise, the show wouldn't have been canceled.

Chapter 2

Zim's Plan

After devouring their homemade lunches, the class turned back to Ms. Bitters. She snarled at them all, making the pupils inch backward in their seats.

"I just remembered what today was, class. It's my birthday, and I want to spend it alone. So get your doomed butts out of my skoolroom and take the rest of the day off," Ms. Bitters bitterly informed them.

Some students cheered, others just ran out as fast as possible, but Gaz stared blankly through the window. "Gaz?" Dib said, prodding her, "C'mon, time to go."

"Go where, Dib?" she snapped. "Back to that rathole we call a house?"

Her brother was taken aback, but only for a moment. "What's the matter Gaz? Why the sudden change in behavior?"

"It's nothing," Gaz covered quickly, walking past Dib to the outside. "Are you coming or not?"

Dib blinked at her fast dismissal, but followed after her obediently.

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You see, Gaz has special clairvoyant-type power. It's not very strong, mostly based on intuition, but for her it's a feeling of when something bad or good is going to happen. For example, when Zim was about to take over the world, Gaz had felt rather sick and had stayed home from skool that day. When Dib had come home, worried about how smug the alien had seemed, Gaz had figured that Zim was just a little overconfident and pleased with the way some random experiment had gone. She even went to the lengths of telling this to Dib. But, the horrible sickening feeling had not gone away and instead intensified through out the night. The next morning, when the Armada had been detected in orbit, Gaz realized that the sensation of sickness had gone away. She had a hunch that the illness warned her when a bad thing was going down, and it proved to be true when she became violently sick the night her father disappeared.

Dib didn't know about this little power, and Gaz intended to keep it that way. She knew that if he knew, then he would pester her nonstop about her feelings. That's why she's in a bad mood, because she can feel a bout of illness approaching.

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Following in the bushes, Zim smiled sadistically. It was time.

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"Gaz, I really wish you would open up to me a little more! We're all that is left of out family. Mom died, for all we know Dad is dead, and Uncle Albert's a slave!" Dib was trying to make her feel guilty, attempting to make her want to spill information to him. However, he knew what the outcome would be, it never changed. Gaz would just glare at him and continue whatever she was doing at the time of interruption, utterly disregarding him and his ploys.

But for once, Gaz stopped and looked at him like he was another person, not just an annoyance that she was going to crush. Dib gulped, and decided that this was actually scarier than what she normally did.

"Dib... something bad is gonna happen... I can feel it," she said dizzily, holding her head. Groaning, she slapped the back of her neck and fell over.

"Gaz!" Dib cried, dropping beside her. "Oh god, Gaz, answer me!"

"She won't," said a voice that Dib instantly knew.

"Zim!" Dib seethed as he spun around to face his hated archenemy. "What the hell did you do to her?"

The alien had an expression that conveyed amusement. Holding up a gun, Zim said, "I simply drugged her. She'll wake up in about an hour. But of course you won't be there to see it, Dib."

Dib was so angry at himself, he could barely speak. Why don't I carry a goddamned gun? he raged inside his large head. "What do you want Zim?"

"It's simple, really. I want you to die, I want all of the rebellion crushed, and of course I want your sister." Zim glanced at the "sleeping beauty" laying unconscious on the sidewalk.

Dib gaped soundlessly at the alien. "Waitafuckingminute, you LIKE my sister?" Dib, in a million years, would never had guessed that Zim even paid slight attention to his sister, let alone liked her.

"It's not like, par say. It's more like... an obsession. Why can't I ever stop watching her, following her, thinking about her?" Zim ranted for a second, then stopped and resumed watching Dib.

Again, Dib was in shock. Zim and Gaz just seemed... wrong. Or did it? Both had an unusual dislike for humans, and they were also partial to video games. Still, Dib would never allow Zim to capture Gaz. Because, after all, what he had said earlier was true: she was the only family he had left. Deep down, Dib knew that Gaz loved him but wasn't sure how to show it. He wouldn't let a stupid alien rip them apart. "W-well, you can't have Gaz! I'll surrender myself to you, but Gaz stays!"

Zim just laughed. "Foolish, pitiful human, you are in no place to make demands. I will be taking your sister, and if you fail to comply with my wishes you will never see her again."

Dib swallowed heavily. "Okay, go ahead."

"First off, you will turn over all underground members of your society. Then, you will find all of the other country's resistance and give me the exact co-ordinates of each of them. Third, you will become my prisoner, and do everything you are told until you die," Zim finished, grinning.

"And if I fail to do such things?" Dib questioned uneasily.

"See, this is the cool part. I'm going to knock you out, plant a homing chip in you, and when you don't report to me when I demand of it I can hunt you down and kill you. Also, Gaz here will never see the light of day again. So it's been nice talking, but my plan is put into action and needs to be fulfilled." Zim advanced slightly on Dib, and shot a small beam of light at the teenager's head. Dib grunted and fell to the ground beside Gaz.

Zim smiled again in the same fashion. Pulling out a small silver microchip, he implanted it in Dib's head quickly and cleanly. The human boy, not in a mood to feel anything, just moaned and rolled around. Picking up Gaz, Zim eyed her brother on the ground. "Sleep tight, Dib-worm," Zim whispered, "For this is definitely the last peaceful sleep you'll ever get."

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Hmmm... That's it for now. I have a cold. I'm gonna lay down for a while... please leave a review.

-Spazzyfries