A Revalation of Good and Evil
By Gaz
Chapter 2
The End of Humanity
Pain russeled through her body. She wanted to scream, but her lack of breath wouldn't permit her.
"Please..." she managed to say.
"Hold still," a voice told her. It sounded familar, but fuzzy insome way.
She felt a needle prick her arm. She groaned. One of her golden eyes slowly opened.
Blood. Everywhere. She quicklyshut her eye.
She remembered the pain in her body, particulary her chest. Had she been shot? She wondered. It sure felt like it, though she had never been shot.
"This should heal your wound," the voice spoke again. No...Could it be...?
"Zim?" she muttered. She opened both of her eyes, ignoring the grusome sight before her. The room had a blue aura, light surrounding her. She tried to move, but she was stuck to the cold metal table she layed on.
An alarm went off. Shit she thought.
"Oh no...COMPUTER! STOP THE PROCESS! NOW!" Zim yelled.
"I can't," another voice, recognized as the computer's said.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T?"
"Th...pro...cess..isss-"
Gaz surrounded her. She felt needles prick her, everywhere. The world went fuzzy again, and she passed out. Again.
The last thing she saw were two mechanical arms above her moving towards her.
"NO! STOP! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP! NOW! LISTEN TO ZIM!"
"Sorry. The DNA transplant is starting."
"CURSE YOOOOOOOOOUUUU!" he pressed button after button.
"The brain scan is complete. I'm gonna download itonto a PAK," the computer spoke again.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Zim smacked his head against the window of the containment chamber. Mechanical arms and needles surrounded her limp form.
The only part of her body he could see was her arm. It then dissapeared behind the arm and when it re-appeared (minutes later)..he gasped.
"NOOO!" he screamed.
He was pissed..very pissed. Hours past, Zim begain to smack and kick parts of the machine. "Worthless peice of JUNK!"
"It's not junk, you just programed it to do that."
"I DID NOT!" he pointed his fists at the celing.
"Um...mabye you'd like to know, the transplant is complete. She'll wake up in a matter of minutes."
"FINE! OPEN THE DOOR TO THE CONTAINMENT CHAMBER!" he screamed.
It opened, and he walked in. He gazed down at the body before him. "Attach the PAK to her spine."
An arm gentely picked up her body. Another attached a small PAK to her body. The lights flickered, and eventually turned on. "Clothe her," he then said.
A pod surrounded her delicate form. Zim turned his back on her, and left his lab. He would try to explain what happened. Hopefully, she would understand.
"Hopefully," he muttered as he went up the elavator.
Her eyes slowly opened. She felt a small amount of pain, but not alot. Her hand curled, and she brought it to her stomach. She expected to feel a gash, awound, but she felt only a smooth silky fabric. She was suprised; she could move and there was no wound.
As she sat up, she realized she was on the floor. She begain to see things more clearly. She was in a containment chamber of some sort. Light blue neon lights covered walls an ceiling. A window was in the corner, next to an open door. The familar metal table layed in the center. No blood...had she been haliucinating or something? The only mess in the room was small peices of purple, black, and gray fabric. She then noticed something by the door; her skull necklace.
She ran over to pick it up. It hadn't been damaged at all.She put it on. As she felt it's weight against her neck, she felt her head. She gasped.
No hair. She begain to feel her head insanely, searching for a single lock of her hair. Nothing...wait. Yes! Two locks! She grabbed them. Pain shot through her head.
"Ouch..." She said loudly. She slapped her hand against her mouth. Her voice! That wasn't her voice! Her voice was cold and dark. This voice sounded...happier in a way.
She stood up and ran towards the door. What had happened to her? She immeadeatly recognized Zim's lab.
"Zim?" she called out. No answer. For some reason now, the lab looked somewhat...interestiong. She walked over to a table with a couple of normal everyday items; a toothbrush, a cookie (with a bite taken out of it), a yoyo, teddy bear, and...a mirror.
She snached up the mirror, and stared into it. No...that wasn't her. That wasn't possible! She blinked.Her reflection blinked. No way...
Her skin, once pale and smooth, was now a light green color, and much more...rough. She carressed her facial skin and groaned a little. Her eyes, which were once small, closed, and a dark gold color, were now huge, wide open, and purple! No matter how hard she tried to close them almost all the way, like before, but for some reason, she couldn't. Her head wasn't as circuliar as before. It was very...square and instead of her violet hair, two curled antennae were placed on either side of her head. She then noticed she had no nose, nor ears. Her mouth opened slowly opened, revealing a long, red tounge and a pointed set of teeth.
Hermouth snapped back shut, and she shifted her gaze to the rest of her body. Now, instead of her dark, black dress, a striped purple on covered her chest. A black pair of skin-tight pants covered her legs, and were tucked into a pair of combat boots. She looked at her arms, and the first thing she noticed were that a skin-tight striped-pink fabric covered them, followed by a pair of leather gloves. Her hand...Only three fingers! Alsoher fingerswere sharp, like claws. She glanced at her skull necklace, the only original part of her new look. The outfit itself reminded her of what Tak wore, minus the extention that looked like a cape. She remembered something else...she ran a hand down her back. She felt a metal lump, her lifeline, her only way of survival:
A PAK.
Her only assumption was this; it was insane, weird, and something she never believed would happen.
She was an Irken.
Zim paced around the living room of his base. "Gir, what shall I do?"
His robot servent, who was watching TV, turned to him, "uh...Make WAFFLES! And then, we can go play pattycake under trees! I love trees!"
He rolled his eyes, "can you think of anything less...dumb?"
The insane robot sat there. A long peirod of silence followed before Gir spoke up, "um...no."
"Why didn't I just let her die?" Zim snarled. "What will the Tallest say when they find out that I, the superior ZIM, mutated a human into an Irken?"
An idea dawned on him, "yes! That's it! I shall tell the Tallest that I, the allmighty ZIM, found an Irken here on this filthy ball of dirt! Yes! Perfect! It is so perfect that I-"
Crash!
"Oh no, she might trash my lab!"
He ran down to his lab, as fast as possible. Well, her didn't actually run, he sort of pressd as many buttons as possible to make him go faster down the elevator.
Finally, when he reached his lab, he saw her, a shattered mirror next to her. He gazed at her. She had deep violeteyes, and pale green skin. As an Irken, she looked rather...attractive-NO! He must not think like that. Shut up Zim..SHUT UP! He thought in his mind. Suddenly, he found he could not breath. Claws dug into his neck as he opened his eyes. Two hands were cluctching his neck.
"What the Hell did you do to me!" she yelled in a commanding tone. Whata nice voice she had..so attentive...Shut the hellup! He screamed in his mind.
"I-" he rasped. He couldn't talk. He gazed at the PAK attached to her spinal cord. A dark grin escaped his lips. She had no idea how to fight properly.
Four mechanical spider legs extened from his PAK, and he kicked her away. Keeping them activated, he rubbed his neck. What a strong grip she had. The alien wondered who's DNA had been placed in her body.
She threw object after object at the alien..well, actually, she was an alien too now, so that would make no sense. He kept on dodging...How was he so good? It's those stupid Spider Legs! she yelled in her mind. She looked at the test table and noticed something; a beaker of water.
Her frown turned into an evil grin as she picked up the metal beaker. Why was it metal? She had no idea. She picked up, trying hard not to drop it, since she now only had three fingers. Once she had a good grip on it, she chucked it at the unsespecting Irken.
Smoke rose from his body as the water hit him head on, drenching his head, clothes, and most likely all of his body. She cowered over the screaming alien...Stop using that phrase, Gaz! she insisted. She grabbed his collar, and pinned him to the wall of his lab.
"Are you going to tell me why I'm a freaking alien, or will I have to rip your head off and discet your brains and find out myself?"
That was a very good comeback...He thought to himself. He knew that Dib-sister had a very strong wrath, and would make an excelent Invader. But he wouldn't go that far..would he?
She dug her..claws into Zim's flesh, and begain to see dropelts of red blood drip onto her gloves.
CASHMASH!
Burning pain filled her body. "AHHH!" she screamed as she felt smoke rise from her body. She dropped the Irken who she despised, and topeled over. "IT BURNS!"
"Now you know what it feels like," Zim insisted, walking over to the burning Irken.
"What...is...this?" she groaned, as the steam lessened.
"Irkens have severe reactions to most Human liquids," Zim said in a very revenge-filled voice.
She shot him a deadly glare, which sent a chill down his spine, "what happened to me? WHAT DID YOU DO? I swear, when I'm in my normal human body again, I swear I'll-"
"You can't."
One of her antennae rose in confusion, "excuse me?"
"You can't be human again."
Those words hit her like the bullet did. Anger rose inside her, "what...do...you...mean?"
"Well human...er...Dib-sister, the only way to become what you call "normal" again is to 1, find some one with similar or exact DNA; 2, take a large amount of DNA out of them; 3, let it develop in your body; 4-"
"We're leaving, Zim."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. We're going to go find Dib. He's my brother, he has similar DNA genes," she started walking towards the elevator.
"But you need a disguise!" Zim insisted.
She groaned, "well then give me one!"
"FINE!"
He walked over to a smaller machine in the corner, and typed some characters. Before she could react, a pod surrounded her body, and she felt a shell form around her body. When the pod opened, she walked out, as a human.
"It's a hollographic disguise," Zim stated.
"Why don't you have one?" she asked.
"Too hard to get used to, and plus, most people know me for my wig and contacts disguise."
"Now can we leave?"
"I suppose."
Dib sighed as he entered his house. His attempt to find his sister failed. He didn't feel like going to spy on Zim either. He sighed and turned on the TV. The news was on, and he was about to turn it to something more cheerful, when a strange story came on.
"Several Civilians have reported hearing gunfire," the anchorman said. "Last night, the MacMeaties at the corner of Silster and Duranson was bulgarized. When the police arrived, a shootout with a female wearing a trenchcoat and blue hair occured. A girl was reported to have been hit by a stray bullet. However, the victim and suspect dissapeared.
The girl, believed to be about tweleve, was said to have violet hair, golden eyes, wearing a black dress, and skull necklace. The suspect, as said again, is a female, about thirteen, wearing a trenchcoat, and had blue hair."
"No..." Dib muttered.
"When they investagated the crime scene, one worker was found dead, one unconcious, though has amnesia. If you have any information on this crime, please call your local police station. Now, on to the weather!"
Dib fell to the floor, "no...GAZ!"
"Son, what's wrong?" their father, Professer Membrane said as he walked in.
"It's Gaz...she was shot!"
the scientist laughed, "silly boy, your sister was not shot."
"Yes she was!" Dib yelled, raising his voice.
"My poor, insane, son," their father walked intothe kitchen for breakfast.
Gaz, hissister, the only one to talk to, might havebeendead. He had to go lookfor her. He ran to thedoor, flew it open, and came face to facewith what looked like...analien? No...it wasn't Zim. This alien hadhorns instead of antennae and have dull gray skin. It was short,about his height.
"Hello there!" It spoke. What an odd voice it had.He gaped at the alien. Suddenly, something hit his arm,the world went fuzzy, andhe fell over.
The lastthing he heard was, "GET THE SCIENTIST!"
BOOM!
"What was that?"Gaz screamed.
"Do you think I know?" Zim said, annoyed.
They nearedher house, or what remained of her house, atleast. Nothing remained except debris.
"My HOUSE!" She yelled.
Zim landed the Voot Runner in their former yard, whichgrass had turned brown.
"Whoever did this willpay," she assured.
Zim looked over the rubbish and saw something, a screen or something. He picked it up. Suddenly, a Vortian appeared. He was familar...too familar...
"HIM!" Zim yelled.
"Who?"
"That guy! I thought he was put in a maximum security prision!"
"For what?"
"Bad...stuff!"
"Whoever's reading this must know the humans we kidnapped. If you ever want to see these filthy aliens again, design us a new ship. Then, give us a planet to call our own!" the camera zoomed on her father and brother, held captive.
The video went black.
Author's Notes:
There, you have it! I love this chapter. It's long, and I didn't make it short! Review!
-Gaz